Home for me is very special.
It's the place my children grow.
Where they are sent to their room to cool down.
It's the place my husband and I try and navigate through the things that want to rip us apart.
It's where we relax. And play. And cry. And gigle.
Our home is a place with open doors to children who need a safe place, a warm bed & food in their bellies.
Most times I am beyond thankful for this space.
We have 4 bedroom & 2 1/2 bathrooms.
A basement that needs finished, but the future is available.
We have an open kitchen & food plentiful.
I am thankful for this home.
Sometimes I forget though,
When I see the serious lack of real paint & not the construction paint that is still there after almost 2 years.
A mismatched grouping of barely hanging together furniture.
A mixture of blacks & browns that aren't the modern way, but just a mix of stuff.
A serious lack of actual decorating.
Crayon on the walls & fingerprints on the windows (even if I did just clean them 30 minutes ago)
But what this space lacks in appearance, it is abundant in love.
We have space for family & friends.
We have enough for extra children to come, whether foster children, family or friends.
We have toys & dress up clothes & computers & games.
I will turn into a crazy lady when we plan things, like yesterday when we hosted a birthday party for a cousin.
I clean all the things. Not because I am actually crazy, but when you come to my house, I don't want you to be surrounded by the house chaos, but the abundant love. I want you to relax. I want you to enjoy watching your children play. And if you are exhausted and need a nap, please do so.
And when everyone leaves and the house looks like it was literally turned upside down, don't leave stressed because it is, in a weird way it brings me joy. Joy knowing people were here, that we played games & that children used their imaginations to the fullest.
This is sweet! What a great way to look at post-company mess too. :-)
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