A House is More Than a House

I found this wonderful poem by

 Mark Twain and had to share it. 

It has always seemed to me that houses

 have, souls? of a sort.

They somehow reflect back the personalities 

of the people who have lived within their walls,

whether they loved, grew, fought, were 

honorable, clean, or otherwise.

I have been in houses that felt so happy 

and those that have felt super creepy, 

and those that fall somewhere in between.

(And some that smell weird)

Have you?

We have always been told that our house feels good.

Warm

Welcoming

cozy

Happy

All good adjectives!

(Is this kind of like when kids or dogs like you?)

Anyway, I really liked and enjoyed this poem

and thought you might as well. 

I am thankful for our happy home.

I hope you are all having a lovely day

(and feeling good wherever you are.)

Love you!

Mom

To us, our house was not insentient matter

it had a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with;

and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies;

it was of us, and we were in the peace of its benediction.

We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome

and we could not enter it unmoved. 

Mark Twain