Tuesday, November 17, 2009
For The Love Of Home
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.
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Oh. Lovely. May I come move in? I don't take up much space... : ) That looks so incredibly peaceful and sun-filled and lovely. (I know, nobody was home -- maybe it's less tidy and peaceful at other times...)
ReplyDeleteAhhh...your home is bliss! Mine is a clutter factory. But I STILL bake, because it is my passion...only difference is when I want to bake bread I've got to figure out where to put the 3 magazines, the roll of modeling clay, George Orwell's 1984, and of course my iPod in order to get to my bread bowl. Otherwise, we're JUST alike. ;)
ReplyDeleteI 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. granite kansas city area
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