I love it that wherever we go there seems to only be room for happy(cause I'm better able to receive it I guess), like the two daddy's down the street with the beautiful brown baby boy. They work in their garden together every Sunday reminding me of my own little boys when they were small.
Around the next bend this house that I like to call the pretty girls house seems to call me it is the cutest. I imagine that the lady that loves this house has the sweetest kitchen.(gimme a break I can dream)
In case you didn't know it already I have a thing for cozy little houses.
|The little house that calls me|
|I love the Yellow door house|
|The sea green on this door...cute|
|This one was just cute to me seems loved.|
|The Oak at the end of the street|
|The road that leads to home.|
|Our front door|