I've been thinking a lot lately about what a blessing it is to have a home. Tonight I went over to Zach's sister's house to pick up something I had left there. As I walked in I was overwhelmed with a yummy smell, candles were lit, the place was spotless and yet still cozy. She was making bread and cream of broccoli soup and I just thought how wonderful it is to have a homemade meal. I can't remember the last time I sat down at the table to eat. I live a life of coffee, yogurt and all things portable. I'm ususally at work until 10 o'clock at night so dinner is most often an after thought.
I also recently visited potterybarn.com and snuck a peak at their holiday decor. I had such sadness that I could not decorate my own home this year. Zach and I decided that we wouldn't live together until we got married, so even though I have a place to live (and decorate), I feel my home is with him. He lives in the house we are fixing up (to live in when we get married) and I just really see no point in putting a Christmas tree in a house with a gutted kitchen.
I can't wait until I can have a lil home and a lil family, until I can make a proper meal and bake a proper pie, until I can create lovely christmas curtains and table runners. Yes, it is truly a blessing to have your own home! I am inspired to take good care of the space I have been given.
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