What Makes A Home (An Evening with Brit and Dayd)
Home. A word that carries more weight than just a place. Whether it’s a little house on a street corner, an apartment downtown, or a college dorm room, what makes a place a home is what it represents. A feeling of safety, comfort, and warmth. A home evokes images of joyful laughter among friends, deep conversations over a shared meal and good wine, or a quiet retreat to the couch with a soft blanket and comforting movie. It’s the place we fill with love and memories to sustain us through the ebbs and flows of life. We learn the creaks of the floors and the walls with the changing temperatures, once a source of mysterious sounds that have become like a comforting breath of the walls. We know the movement of the light through the windows and find our spots for quiet contemplation during our morning coffee. And even if we one day move on to make another place home, it’ll always feel like a little piece of ourselves remains in that home and it in us.
When I made my way over to Brit and Dayd’s home, this warmth and comfort was what we hoped to capture. A young love that has begun to give shape to a space, reflecting the life shared between them. The early days of a story being written and memories being made that will be shared with their future generations. A love that has been given a house to fill and a home to make.
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Worn down floors where dancing marked the room.
A scuffle of chairs, laughter, meals
whose sounds still echo in the walls.
Heights scratched in pencil on a door frame.
A backyard, smoke drifting over the fence —
Carrying the aroma of a barbecue inviting the neighbors next door.
Life intertwined with these walls.
Memories that will linger once we are gone.
Love, sorrow, joy absorbed through the whispers, the tears, and the laughter.
A house made a home.
