I love this place. It's teeny, the floor plan is totally bizarre, the paint is fading, the appliances are starting to fall apart, and one of the neighbors enjoys parking 13 run-down trucks in the street. But it is home. It is our first house and where we live our life. Where we got snowed in and where we sweat out the summer heat with no air conditioning. Where my kids have puked and pooped and laughed and cried. Where we have a roof over our heads and we sleep well in our warm beds. Where, with a little tightening of the wallet, we can afford our monthly mortgage AND an occasional visit to Baja Fresh. And all I need to do is read one blog about Haiti's recovery or watch the nightly news about the state of the economy and I fall into a deeper level of contentment for this little piece of land that is mine. Thank you, Lord.