I love the fall, and really I think it's my favorite season. The trees are displaying their gorgeous colors, the air is crisp, and several holidays are around the corner. I think part of my favoritism for fall, is that I have a love for cozy things. Candles, scarves, hearty soups, quilts, and coffee are just a few of my cozy favorites. I do think; however, that there is something that ties all of these loves together. In a way they all remind me of home. My mom always decorated for seasons and holidays; Thanksgiving and Christmas were the main events. The thought of home is inviting. I try to remember that when I have guests over; what can I do to make them feel at home? I want my husband, and one day kids, to feel that they are at "home" when they walk through the door. I don't want it to just be a physical building where my family sleeps and eats. I am so thankful that my mother made our house a home. I know she put all of her strength and energy into doing so. She put so much love into each meal she prepared. Anytime we had a birthday or holiday, she would bake cakes or cobblers. Though it would've been easy to go out and buy a cake, she rather gave her time and energy into baking one. As I begin this journey of marriage and the start of my own family, I look to my mother with a thankful heart of the example she is.