Broken… in my home, what isn’t broken? We live in a circa 1890’s farmhouse in need of lots of improvements. For today’s photo, I chose this porcelain doorknob which I bought as a replacement for one of our doors. Sadly, it has never made it to its destination.
The doorknob isn’t the only occasion of brokenness in my century-old home. We have a portion of our hallway that needs either new plaster or drywall. Right now it is beautifully exposed lath board. That’s all the rage on the home improvement shows, I’m sure!
The funny thing is, beyond the broken plaster, cracking walls, and ill-fitting doorknobs, nothing about my home is broken. I have the most wonderful husband a girl could ask for. He willingly puts up with my traveling, writing, studying, animal adopting, and complaining (not necessarily in that order) and somehow loves me in spite of my downfalls. My daughter Jillian is the most precious little girl I could ever want. I marvel at her sweetness and unrestricted aspirations daily. So even though the walls of my home may need repair, the love that is inside remains wholly intact. What more could I ask for?