Sundays

Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Sometimes we go for drives on Sundays, looking at houses and dreaming about the future, with Kaiah hanging out the back window. We came across this one on a quiet street, nestled into the trees, yet standing out against the mid century moderns and bungalows.

It's surely not the grandest or biggest house in the area. But to me, this house says "Welcome". I can just picture the inside as being effortlessly chic and incredibly comfortable at the same time. Friends and family linger there. It's a house that believes in Santa Claus and pillow fights. It probably has an airy, white kitchen with a Viking range and no shortage of simple white china.

Can you tell I'm ready to pack my bags and move right in?