[I'm participating in Gwen Bell's Best of 2009 Blog Challenge, in case you're all like, what's with the theme?]
The best place. A coffee shop? A pub? A retreat center? A cubicle? A nook?
Our condo is too small and too dark. The few windows do not let in enough light, let alone enough fresh air. The kitchen needs new countertops, new cabinets, to be stripped of its hideous wallpaper and painted. All of the carpeting needs to be replaced. All of it: it’s ancient. The termite problem is out of control, as it is with the other 499 units in the complex. And the sink is currently dripping.
But when my boys are home, I see that two of the most beautiful people God’s ever created are right here, with me. They’re intelligent, hilarious, stubborn, odd, loving, kind, strong souls. And they’re mine. And I’m theirs. And we love one another.
And they are my real home. Regardless of where we live. They are the best place.
Aw – that’s heart-felt right there. As true as breath.
Thanks, Jim. Also: *sigh*.
bingo. well said.
Oh holy crap, you have me sobbing. That is just the sweetest damn post, it kills me. They are lucky to have you. And I hope that someday everyone finds a best place exactly like that!
Gave me chills. Made me smile. Reminds me of this one place I know…
Excellent.
Jeanne, Emma, Gwen — thank you! xoxo
Randi, thanks! (For some reason, your comment was labeled spam and I didn’t see it til today.)