There is a house, waiting on a family.
It is shiny, and clean, and cheerful, and longs to be filled with its people. Counting days (just 5) till a big truck pulls up, and a new chapter of life begins. How happy is the house, where children will grow and learn and live. How exciting the thought of Christmases to come and Easter egg hunts and blanket forts and nerf gun wars and lego marathons and all things Harrison Ford and talks around the dinner table and science projects and prayers and dancing and everything.
It is a house, a happy little house, that will be a home. And that is all a house ever really wants.
(well, besides maybe a pool.)