It may not look like it from the outside, but I live in a magic house.

No matter where I go – to work or running errands or whatever I have to do – the house is always there, waiting for me. It’s always patient and never judgmental. If I’ve had a bad day, it’s there to comfort me. If something great happens, it’s there to share in my jubilation, like when the Bears won the Super Bowl many years ago. When it’s raining or snowing, my house will shield me, keeping me dry. It also keeps me safe.

During the summer, on really hot, humid days, I can flip a switch and the house will cool off. On those long winter nights, when the temperatures dip below freezing, I can flip the same switch in another direction and the house will warm up.