On Tuesdays while the kids are in their homeschool classes until late afternoon, I'm generally found at home. Often I catch up on emails and blog, do some housework, and do some baking and cooking. Today I had our clean, orderly home to myself. I got some French bread baking and I made a huge pot of minestrone soup for supper. These hours, where I happily while away the time making home, are a gift I am most thankful for. I also relish these moments, the pause between where I sit in the heart of home, feeling its pulse and the arrival of my family. I look around and notice the sunlight streaming in, filling the spaces with mid-November light in a last gold burst before diminishing to dusk. I anticipate my children and husband coming home, knowing that they will feel as embraced by its comforts as I am and this is the best kind of good, a sort of love. This is Home.