Home

I have always been rather fortunate to have four sound walls and a solid roof to call home. Yet, I have seemingly taken this simple and reliable fact for granted for much of my life. I guess in part I have always had the expectation that a "home" was a fundamental right, that is to say everyone deserves a place which becomes their refuge from the tumultuous day-to-day rat-race waged outside our front door.

Yet, knowingly a home is never assessed by the strength of the walls and beams supporting its structure but rather by the character of its inhabitants. And on this account I have been blessed beyond measure with the love of my mother and father and the laughter of friends.

And now Sibyl and I have come together to create a new home by merging our lives together. I must say what a wonderful privilege it is to share the intimacy of coming home to someone who loves you so wholly, so entirely, so utterly completely!

Home is not a privilege and cannot be confined by brick and mortar, but rather it is a blessing constructed of time, of effort, of laughter, of tears, of sacrifice, and of love.