home

where to begin. it's been a hard couple months. still is in a lot of ways. i have been struggling with seeing the good in life. fighting my own demons, fighting to see the truth. i have not totally overcome these things (can we ever?) but as was said to me yesterday...life isn't always rosey. and it's more real to share that, then to pretend all is well. i think my silence here is proof enough sometimes.

the sun is out and i can feel myself waking up. waking up to the realities of my life, the sun (and Son) shining new light on the life that i lead. i desire to build a home. desire to create a life for my family full of memories. smells, tastes, celebration and joy. i know most of it starts with me, as my job is to make this house a home. a place of freedom. a place of welcome.

something that is not valued much anymore. and we as homemakers are just as much to blame. not valuing it ourselves, saying to others we're 'just' homemakers. filling our lives with everything but hospitality. being efficient instead of being detailed. detailed in paying attention to the people around us that we have been given charge to care for.

i see their little faces, i hear their thoughts spoken. i get one chance. to take it in. to weave them a tapestry that will forever be their backdrop.

i don't want guilt. i don't want pressure. but i do want to do it well.

---------

most thoughts regarding this are being pulled from: real love for real life: the art and work of caring by andi ashworth.