I read this great quote today
“The real measure of a home is how it restores you at the end of the day”.
My home is chaotic, messy, and usually pretty loud. Being the only girl in a house full of boys sometimes takes it toll. Am I really the only one who cares if you can’t walk through the Living Room because there are toys all over the floor?
But my home is also, well, homey. When I think of home I think of comfort, dogs, cottage, trees, porches, quilts, color. I think of my kids and hope that their memories of home will be of safety but also fun. My boys have been fighting a lot lately and it is making me crazy. My brother is 8 years older than me so sometimes I have to take a step back and try to put myself in their shoes- 3 boys- 3 very different boys- trying to grow and become individuals. It’s hard work. So I take a deep breath and hope for more patience and better sibling relations tomorrow.
