Love Grows Best in Little Houses

I heard this sweet song recently and it reminded me of our home... A little small, we are growing out of it. We purchased our 1st home when Charlotte was just 11 months old and it was quite fitting for a family of 3. Three years and two more kids later with everyone sleeping in just 2 bedrooms (although we do have 3)and too many chairs for our little kitchen table, we are so blessed to be living in our "little house". Our kids live in excess... too many clothes, too many toys and a lot of love! I secretly loathe the excess of the clothes and toys and quite often gather things to give away - again, we are so blessed to both still have jobs and can afford everything we need. Maybe our small house isn't so bad after all...

"Love Grows Best in Little Houses" by Doug Stone
A little white house, in the heart of town,
On a little sad street, just a little run down,
Became a home, for Bill and Sue,
Two newlyweds, who did the best that they could do.
And when they brush each other, passin' in the hall,
Sue would smile and say: "This place is pretty small.

But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

Before too long, Sue and Bill,
Were makin' plans, for Jack and Jill.
Oh, happy day, when the news came in
But what to do, when they found out Sue was having twins.
When they could not pass each other in the hall,
Well, Sue would smile and say: "This place is really, really small.

But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

That little white frame house still keeps them warm,
Though it's been thirty-two years, since the kids were born,
And when they look back now, they hold each other tight,
And whisper in each other's ears: "You know you were right.

Because love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

Yeah, love grows best, in houses just like this.