I can't describe the way my HOME looks.
It went from being a HOUSE to a HOME when this family touched my life.
It's aesthetically pleasing, that's a given, but something magical is happening to the sad little house on Miller Ave. Something I never expected, never hoped for, not in my wildest imagination...





A friend of mine put this best: a house is a building; a home is where someone loves you.
Hope all is okay with you and Al, and that you have heat and lights.
--Stef
Posted by: Stef | Thursday, December 13, 2007 at 08:54 PM
You deserve it. You work your butt off, and still manage to have hope, drive, and a smile.
Posted by: Jonathan | Tuesday, December 11, 2007 at 04:59 PM
Too busy to post about the floors.... You must really be tired. I bet you still have Happy Feet but I bet you don't have happy feet.
Posted by: Randy | Tuesday, December 11, 2007 at 04:42 PM
Well......Lets see it... NOW
Posted by: Randy | Monday, December 10, 2007 at 07:23 AM