Maybe it's because my parents live here. Maybe it's because it is still filled with that which is familiar and nostalgic. Maybe it has to do with all the good food that my mom cooks which aromas fill this place. Maybe it is simply because this home is beautiful, elegant, grand, and serene.... But something about this place makes me feel at home.
John is going to be gone this upcoming week at a conference, and it is my precious niece's two-year birthday party tomorrow, so it made for the perfect excuse to bring Charity and mommy up for a visit with the grandparents.
I always love it when I come here. I don't have to worry about housework, and I get to enjoy the wonderful cooking of my mother plus visiting with family and loved ones that I care about. These uncharacteristic additional hours of relaxation that are earned upon each stay here, always allow me the opportunity to have a more meditative spirit; a chance to do some self-reflection. I look forward to these times as well when I will be hanging out with my Heavenly Papa. I'm eager to see what new musings I may come upon while here.
...Will share these upcoming musings before returning home...
2 comments:
I think it's so cool to have an oasis where you can relax and be with family and not worry about housework. What a great time to help build you up!
I know how you feel about going home. Growing up my grandparents house was home and it was the saddest day of my life when they sold it. I miss going there.
My mom's house is where she grew up and I love going and being there because that is home to me.
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