There is a glow in a happy home.  It can be felt in the eye-to-eye gaze of people,  secure.   Conversations flow easily.  Ideas bubble:  “Hey, let me show you around the new place! “  “Come see this deck!”  There are happy sounds rolling down the stairs, coursing into the kitchen.  A whole family, together, in a place that is theirs.

 

The proud parent, able once again to provide shelter and food for the family.  The gentle authority, earned not demanded, of one who has confidence that the family can work together here without the uncertainty of homelessness.
And I got to see the hope of a home ignite, be kindled, and now glow?  What a privilege.