As I savor my first (and probably only) quiet cup of coffee of the day, I realize how good and “at home” I feel. Laura Ingalls Wilder once said, “Home is the nicest word there is” and in many ways I have to agree.
Our house we left for Briarmoore really was “ours.” It started as a mound of dirt and we oversaw every aspect of its construction from the pouring of the foundation to when we first walked through the completed structure on move-in day. We chose the floor plan, every finish, every paint color. Beyond that, for seven years our family changed and grew inside those walls. That house was full of so many firsts: our first born, our first daughter, first laughs, first steps, first words, first Christmases, first birthdays, first losses we endured as a family. All experiences which transform and help to mold a family into its present shape. The thought of leaving our “home” filled me with anxiety. “How could another place be my home? I know who my family is here.”
We moved into the house at Briarmoore at the first of the year and am enthused to say I have felt at home from day one. Because, you know what? It is not the structure itself that makes you feel at home. It doesn’t even really have to be your home. It could be a church, school, a friend’s house, your grandparents’ home.
For me it is where…
…Love is unconditional
…I am free to laugh, to cry, to be me
…I can keep my children safe and nourish their minds and bodies
…My family can learn about ourselves and eachother
…Life is treasured
My prayer today is that I take a moment to savor all of the firsts we will experience in our new home and that all my friends and family (and readers) have a place they consider their safe place where they are loved unconditionally.
“I like to see a home like this, a home connected with people’s thoughts and work, things they love.”–Dewitt Bodeen