While sipping my coffee, enjoying the quiet, I sit here and think about all I am grateful for in life.
The obvious things people think of first would be materialistic.
I have a home.
4 walls, a roof.
Shelter.
Nothing fancy.
But a home filled with love.
The package doesn’t reveal the contents.
I’ve seen the most spectacular houses where mom and dad sleep in separate wings of the house. Kids are off to boarding school months at a time. The dining room table is used only for entertaining. Perfectly manicured lawn, a television in every room and on the back veranda.
The only warmth comes from the fireplace.
Then there is the house on wheels in the trailer park. Window units to heat and cool the metal encased rooms.
Rooms filled with yard sale furniture, mismatched plates, and jelly glasses.
And laughter.
Kids playing hide and seek, giggling under the bed. Mom and dad snuggled on the couch denying they know where little Susie is hiding.
A pot of beans simmering in the kitchen, the smell of cornbread wafting from the oven.
Smell that?
It is love and gratitude.
Enjoying what life has to offer.
Wrapping your arms around what you have, not crying over what you do not.
Knowing what little you physically have is way more than some will ever experience.
No complaints.
Building a life together one day at a time.
It is true, not all houses are homes.
Home truly is where the heart is.
Count your blessings daily, when you do, you’ll have no time to complain about what you don’t have.
Thank you for being here for me.
Love big
Lorene
