~~ MILL HILL MEADOW ~~

It's an important thing to me.
Having a home, means it has a name.
 Any old place can be a house, but a home has a name,
 a sense of belonging to the family that lives in it.

We name our children, our pets, we even name our vehicles.
It just seems right to name our homes.

We started this tradition many years ago.
Recalling memories in " DD Shanty", or "Promise House", or "Crabapple Cottage".

This house is not a homestead cottage, nor a Victorian home desperately in need of renovation.
Nor is it a city home, or a big old Farmhouse.

 This home is in the country.
 A smallish city of about 6000 folks.
It is a recently built home, in a newer neighborhood.  Just 9 houses on our street.
Our subdivision is named "Mill Hill", named because of the hills above our home, and an old mill that was built along the creek bank.

There were many names for this house that were considered: names having to do with cottages... a love of mine, names having to do with daisies, poppies, windy mornings, mountains views, elk views.... etc...

In the end, we all decided that Mill Hill Meadow, is the perfect name for our house.

Our home.

Paying tribute to the mill that once was at the bottom of the hill, also paying tribute to the beautiful meadows that are all around us. 

Our Mill Hill Meadow, will be our forever home.

We wish for laughter, bountiful gardens, lush borders, stories on the porch, Christmas' filled with magic, and the smells of gingerbread.
We wish for puzzles sitting on the old card table... added to piece by piece.
Yatzee, and Uno played on Sunday nights around the kitchen table.
Morning breezes blowing down off the mountains, and through the meadows.

Wishes for many, many years of blessed life... filled with happiness, health and warm memories.

We are home.