Growing up my mom always made our house feel like a home. I gratefully remember the freshly baked bread scent that filled our home and I can still see the clothes drying on the clothesline in the backyard. Every dinner ended with something sweet for desert whether it was a pie, or peaches she had canned. Her choice to be a stay at home mom was an easy one and one I admire. I never heard her complain even knowing there were times (teenage years) she could have! She loved her family and her home. I...