This is my home.

Although I look a little like a boy with the hair cut that I still resent my mom and dad for giving me and baby Lindsay looks somewhat like a wet cat - dad looks quite possibly the best I ever saw him. He is so proud of his girls, a smile he saved only for us.
And that is my house how I like to remember it. How that wall looked will always remind me of mom. That Rolodex. That cord on the phone that always twisted. Mom behind the camera. This picture is my home. It holds everything I've ever loved with every ounce of myself. Even that terrible hair cut.

I am blessed.