My dream is to have a big yellow house (with a wrap-around porch) where friends and family can find sanctuary. I will cook orange-cranberry scones for breakfast, provide quiet for the weary and laughter for the joyless. Homemade afghans will grace each bed and every night will be a feast of homemade ice cream, popcorn, and reading out loud (before the fire in the winter and out on the porch in the summer while watching fireflies and listening to the cicadas). Everyone will have happy work to do--watching smaller children, canning peaches, weeding the garden, etc., and we will start our days together every morning with prayer. Family and friends can come and go as they like, as long as they always promise to come home again.