This Home of Ours
Today is an anniversary. We’ve lived in our house for six years.
This is a good place to be, cozy and comfortable, a wee house with a generous, treed yard.
When we bought it six years ago, the house hadn’t been updated nor looked after for a long time. No yard care, no tree trimming, no painting, no cleaning, no maintenance outside or in. Quite a challenging mess!
We’ve made progress. Cleaning and repair are simple, mostly hard work. The “must-do-it-list” still dominates the “want-to-do-it-list”. Slowly we create changes, improving the appearance and feel of the house — our continuous project.
Each time we re-enter, we are content to be home again. This house is a humble, relaxed place, a fireside retreat with comfy familiar furniture and cozy welcoming colours. It is full with music, sunlight, sumptuous baking smells and three playful cats. It is home, our home, a home we’ve made together with time and love.
My mother has a cross-stitch hanging, handmade by my grandmother, framed in her bedroom. It says:
Having someplace to go is home.
Having someone to love is family.
Having both is a blessing.
Six years of blessing in this house, this home.