The Heart of a home means many things to as many people. I think it’s the little things that flash through your mind when you look back on the best times in your life-when you were home. It’s the picket fence that you need to paint again, the veggie garden in the backyard and flowers in the front, toys scattered across the driveway, neighbors waving when they drive past and the sound of laughter and music outside when you open your windows in spring. It is the love and the memories that the walls will always know, and the feet that have walked across the floors as they have grown. A house becomes a home when love lives inside. 

The heart of a home will be my place to share snapshots of these images and a little of the story behind them. Some stories will be here because someone has chosen me as their realtor, and let me be a part of their journey. Some will be stories of how my own house became a home, and some will just be things I see, as I live my life, in my favorite little town, that remind me- You are never alone, when you are home.