“A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.” -Dalai Lama XIV
Home is in the cups of oversweet coffee brewed by the same hands that helped you crawl, walk, run, and fall. So you drink it anyway. Home is the stories repeated far too often yet the same stomach panging laugh never fails to follow. Home is the overabundance of warmth, even in the frigid winters, so the rose in our cheeks and the tickle in our toes doesn’t seem to matter much. Home is being so effortlessly yourself that you don’t even notice you aren’t trying, but living. Home drowns us with love and acceptance; so much that you only feel the drowning part when someone eats your leftovers out of the fridge, or steals your phone charger, or chews visciously away at their food with their mouth wide open. This year I came home for the holidays and I truly would not have had it any other way.
I pray all of your holidays, passed and to come, are filled with the moments that come with being home. I apologize for the delay in posts but I have been powering down some oversweet coffee and treats myself!