My home.
This past weekend was one of those now very-rare weekends where we had no huge commitments to jump out of bed at o'dark-thirty for, or be away from the house for extended periods of time. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with family and friends, or going to do fun things, but sometimes I just yearn to be home.
Home, where, once in a great while, I can enjoy a long leisurely cuppa cocoa before jumping in the shower.
Home, where, sometimes... I can tinker around with my latest spring time center piece for a half hour while glancing over at HGTV on demand shows on my TV.
The older I get, the more I find that I prefer being home to going on extended trips or getaways for the most part...I find myself feeling torn when invited to do things...wanting to go have fun, but equally wanting to stay home and enjoy my nest.
I'm thankful for those rare weekends with no big plans, and I realize time and again, just how truly blessed I am, to have a place such as this, where I am so content.
