Dreaming of Home:
When we’re children growing up, home can seem like square paned windows, but after we’re grown those memories are as beautiful as frosted glass. There truly is no place like home, especially when supper’s over, dishes cleared from the table and we sing until our voices give out. This is what my family did this evening. I left the table just long enough to snap a few pictures through the windows with my cell phone. Then I overlaid them in my PicsArt Photo Editing App.