Monday, May 17
there's no place like home
I really love coming up our driveway after a long day. There's nothing better than seeing the fields stretched before you, the red barn in the distance, and all the beautiful leaves waving their hello in the breeze.
One of the things that relaxes me most is strolling down the driveway to pick up the mail. It's always been my time to reflect and enjoy the silence. Last week, after picking up the mail, I was walking back up the driveway when it occurred to me that once the fall rolls around, this simple pleasure that I have enjoyed since childhood may no longer be mine to keep. And then I realized that after this summer, I might never live here again.
What an odd mix of emotions that came after that moment.
Excitement for the unknown, a sadness that was near crippling.
This is what I know. This is my home. This is my kind of beauty.
I can only hope, dream, that one day my children will appreciate the home I have built for them as much as I love the home my parents provided for me.