When a room with a view is the view.
You have been my home since our first embrace. A soul imagined by Botticelli’s the Birth of Venus, and born as a fountain of eternal creation. Your alchemist deft touch conjures spellbinding beauty and comfort, and your hearth radiates warmth and welcome to all those that enter. Our sanctuary, regardless of size, has always been “it’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.” How did I get so blessed to have lived in your heart? You are my Spring, my Primavera.
What’s next? Memorial Bench Fundraiser