Home is not about perfect decor or Instagram-worthy spaces. It is about the feeling your children carry with them long after they have grown.

It is pancakes on Saturday mornings and bedtime prayers whispered in the dark. It is the smell of bread baking and the sound of laughter echoing through the hallway.

I want my children to remember warmth. To remember that our home was a place where they were safe, loved, and known. Where faith was woven into the everyday—not as a rigid rule, but as a rhythm of grace.