I can't tell you how great it is to live in our own space again. Even though it's full of a bunch of "stuff", it's our stuff. This stuff is more than just "stuff", there's lots of memories that come along with the things we have displayed in our home. The books on our shelves have meaning, and most of them have been read. We like to display our books, so that when we have people over they can have access to borrowing any of them. The beautiful woman in the black and white frame is my grandmother Ruby. I admire her greatly, and hope to live a life as full as she did. Brad had that photo framed for me last Christmas, it's the only gift that made me cry this year. He's sweet like that. Our photo wall is full of family and friends, a cross that was displayed on the alter at our wedding ceremony, and framed passages from scripture that encourages and reminds Brad and I why we're here and who we're living for. This space is more than just a room to come and hang out in, there's meaning behind almost everything you see.
...Well, maybe there's no meaning behind my sheepskin rug... I just really like it. But who can blame a girl? When cow hide rugs are hundreds of dollars, the next best thing is a twenty dollar sheepskin rug from Ikea. Right?