Thursday, October 1

Home is Where the Heart Is

I woke up Sunday morning and realized how blessed I am.
I wasn't home. I was here:


Somehow summer got away from us, along with any semblance of vacation. So we decided to start driving and see where we ended up.

Fresh perspective can heal a lot of things.

But when I woke up I wished I was home. I missed the sound of the chickens cackling and the rabbits tossing their dishes around as they wait for Mags to go out and tell them all good morning. I missed the dogs waiting to greet us with a wag of their tails and a coaxing bark, wanting to play. I missed the scent of pumpkin and spice wafting from my candle warmers this time of year. And I missed the feeling of the house on chilly fall mornings: the warmth of memories past and new memories ready to be made over steaming cups of cider or hot chocolate.

Then I listened to the sounds of Mag stirring and my husband's rhythmic breaths and realized home is where the heart is. And right then, though we were a long way from home, I knew my heart was there and everything was bliss.

6 comments:

Kathi Oram Peterson said...

So true! Home really is where the heart is. Great post!

Tamara Hart Heiner said...

what a lovely sentiment! when things get gloomy and rough, it's good to remember the wonderful joys that our loved ones, and they places wherein we reside with them, bring us.

Margaret said...

How true! Thanks for sharing these beautiful thoughts!

Lori Nawyn said...

Thank you, Kathi.

Tamara: Families are indeed priceless, our greatest source of joy and happiness. Thanks for stopping by.

Margaret: Sincere thanks for your comment. I enjoy your blog!

Sista In Arms Lxx said...

There is something safe and comforting about home, that deep familiarity and warmth, nothing quite like it. Hi my name is Leeanne, looking forward to following your blog.
Lxx

Lori Nawyn said...

Hello, Leeanne. So nice to make your acquaintance. Thanks for your comment.

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