home and life

home.

it's the walls and the paint and the couch, yes. but little did i realize what home actually means to me. 

i realize i'm just a tad over-sentimental, but regardless, leaving that true first place we really made home was something tough i never anticipated. honestly now, when do i really ever anticipate anything but this, this was too much.

everywhere i turned i could feel the life that happened there. i could smell it and touch it and taste it and hear it. all of it. 

as the wife and mother the home is truly where my heart is as cheesy as that may be. my heart is in the meals i prepare, the words that are spoken, the hugs that are given. the beds that are made and are slept in, the toilets that are cleaned, the walls that we painted, the pictures i took and hung. the grass we planted and nurtured, the flowers my mom picked and planned and created lovely for us. the weeding, the watering, the laughing, the listening, the crying, the loving. 

the life in that home so abundant. 

we brought two babies home here. we came as three and left as five. 

we danced and sang and learned together here. we grew and grew and grew some more. we cried and yelled and fought together here. we dreamed and prayed and stretched ourselves here. 

life happened here. in our home. 

it's full of intentional time, intentional conversation, and intentional love. it's part of my heart investment in the boys of ours. 

and the same life will happen in homes to come. because we will be together making it a home, living life. 

the Lord is ever faithful in His abundant gifts He continuously gives. our next home will be full before we know it because of the life that is there. we are so grateful for our time on doves road and it will always be cherished by each of us.