In our house there is always room for one more at the table.
There is always washing on the sofa.
There is always a sofa for someone to sleep on and a quilt to sleep under.
The fridge always has leftovers that can be raided.
Everyone knows where the towels are for a shower.
There is never enough chocolate, but there is always plenty of toast.
We can whip up a chocolate self saucing pudding in no time.
Everyone who comes here has to help out.
There is always time for a cup of coffee and a chat.
There is always dishes in the sink, and on the bench, and in the bedrooms.
Any reason is good enough to celebrate.
We don't judge, but we do offer advice and support.
There is always music of some sort playing.
There is no tv but there is plenty of conversation.
There are always flowers somewhere, sometimes they are alive.
There is unlimited Internet (well there will be once it renews) and Netfix.
Everybody wears odd socks, actually everyone wears each others socks.
Everybody's friends are welcome here too.
I'm very proud of our home.
I think this is what love looks like.