Coming Home In Your Heart

Been bustling around all morning preparing for my Thanksgiving celebration.

It will be lovely…I’m looking forward to it. The house smells like pumpkin pie, the table is set, every platter and serving dish is laid out waiting to be lavished with bounty.

We have much to be thankful for.

This is my first holiday with both children returning home from college and there is a very different and special feeling about it. I am so enjoying filling the house with all the glow, smells and tastes they grew up on. Keeping with all our traditions and things that are familiar, so they can wrap themselves up in them and know they are home in their heart. 

I will adore seeing their little, now grown, faces...I always do.
I am replete...grateful.

I find myself using those cliché parenting catch phrases more than I would like to admit these days.
So many of them resonate for the first time.

Yes, I am enjoying my nest sans children but I find that my enjoy is contingent on them being well.

The adage, “you are only as happy as your unhappiest child” sinks deep.

It’s raw and cold out… but warm and home in… perfect weather for a fire. Love it.