My wife and I went out to one of the first places we visited in this area, when we were first called to move here, when it didn’t seem possible to make it happen. “We live here?” we keep saying to ourselves, 3 months in. “Do we REALLY live here?” I have spent more time at this mall than has she, so, “I want to show you the green wall,” I told her. “It’s just a lobby, but there’s no JUST about it, it’s got beautiful lights and a wall of water and vibrant greens.” So I led her there for no other reason but to see and love it—and we saw a heart among the leaves. “Oh, what a sweet little thing,” she said. Seeing the tag, my own heart felt full. “Look closer—it’s yours.” She gasped. I grinned. It felt like this was exactly what we’d come looking for, unbeknownst to ourselves. Home is where you hang your heart—and we’ve found ours.
