Just an ordinary, quiet dinner this tuesday night. Daddy was late getting home, kids were tired (and so was momma!). Walls are barren, floors stacked with boxes. It’s hard to want to do the normal things, like light the candle for dinner, cut the fresh blooms from the zinnias the kids gave me for my 30th. But in the midst of the transition and the mix of emotions, it helps to keep some things normal. The silly things that seem a waste of time and energy: they are the things that sort of keep me sane right now.
A little beauty and a little normalcy go a long way when nothing feels normal! So here’s to holding onto home, when home is being redefined.