Glow of Home
February 17, 2012
I step outside to take of our dog for her nightly walk. I brace against the biting cold and leave the cocoon of our warm home behind me. I turn to see my youngest standing there drawing a heart on the now fogged up glass door. She sees me see her and runs away giggling. I stand there looking at the symbol of love she left there for me to see and I feel overcome by what is inside those walls. Among the fingerprints, dust bunnies, scuffed paint and worn wooden floors, is love. The inside glows through her tiny drawing. The solo strand of twinkle lights we left up after the holidays, shines bright in the corner. The door is streaked from all the little hands that dwell here. “Home” is such a beautiful word don’t you think? No longer a house, that word feels so sterile to me, a home is worn, and lived in, occasionally loud, a place you feel safe. I love being home, surrounded by our treasures, our art, our stories.
I call the dog, she comes running, eager to return to the warmth of home as am I. We go in, my glasses now fog up from the drastic change in temperature, I am warm once more… I am home. Home is love.
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