Day 2….and life is great. While I longingly looked towards the big golden arches on the way to soccer and yearned for that yummy, cold, bubbly goodness complete with wide striped straw and tons of ice….I smiled and knew that the path I was headed on was the right one. And off we went.
I think that I have really fallen in love with homemaking. I never thought it would be possible, but I have. The idea of providing a home for my family, a warm, welcoming, loving and safe place to be sings in my soul. I enjoy the planning of meals, the dusting with pledge, the smell of bread baking. I love the smell of freshly laundered sheets and freshly shampooed heads of my children. I enjoy the process of making my sink shine. I love making breakfast for my family and then sitting down to enjoy together. I love listening to my kids jumping on the trampoline and waiting for daddy at the door. I love seeing Michael’s car pull up in the driveway with the anticipation of a sweet welcome home kiss.
I love knowing that there is no where else my children can let their guards down and risk. I love the sweet talks at bed time when secrets are whispered and giggles abound. I love hearing my kids play together. I love sitting down to dinner together, where we learn all sorts of new things, like what a snarf is and how to achieve it. I love hearing the dryer run and smell the Bounce through the vent. I love hearing the dishwasher run in the quiet of the evening, knowing that all is well in our home.
I never knew that this job as a homemaker would swallow up my heart as it has. I am so thankful to be able to stay home and take care of my husband and children. I pray that in the years to come, the sights, sounds, smells and collective feelings continue to mold our family into who God wants us to be. I also pray that I can continue to make these four walls into a downy soft place for my family to land.