In the morning, your child's drawing of a sun on the entrance mat smiles down at you. "Mom, I kissed the sun!" In the evening, he, in his wedding photo, holds up a sign that reads "Please Love Me for the Rest of My Life" on the kitchen mat. You laugh until tears come to your eyes, and he quietly wipes the grease from your shoe soles. Coming home late at night from work, the sensor light turns on, and the fluorescent words on the mat gently flicker: "Home is complete only when you're home." On the weekend, your son drives his car on the cloud-like mat. He doesn't cry even when he falls and gets hurt-because the soft, stretchy PVC holds his innocence. Home is the softness beneath your feet and the warmth in your heart. Customized mats pave the way for love.
