having a glass of wine with my husband
while all my chickadees are in their nests
chaotic, rushed mornings with all my favorite littles around the breakfast table
our golden retriever
lapping up our crumbly mess,
too much laundry to do,
toys scattered everywhere,
the sounds of my children
laughing, running, jumping,
I wonder – has home changed as you’ve gotten older? What parts have remained the same? I wonder what my children would say home is? If you have children, what do you think they would say home is? I may just ask mine!
A big thank you to Never Trust a Jellyfish for this inspiration and 1reason2write!