We went to the River Safari the other day, and chanced upon this lovely nest with a little bird sitting serenely inside it. It was a beautiful sight, and made me remember how thankful I was for home.
I spend a lot of time fussing about, and decorating our home. Perhaps its because it was a childhood dream to be an interior designer, and this is the only home I get to decorate. Or maybe its an instinct, like how a bird busies itself to feather its nest. Whatever the case, I know I can get a little obsessed sometimes. I'm trying to remind myself to focus on what home really should mean: the place where my loved ones are.
I'm thankful for this little place we can feel comfortable in. We don't have a house, nor a garden, but we have floors relatively clean enough for baby J to crawl on.
|This boy can crawl! And now has 2 teeth!|
We have ample space to store our trappings and belongings. Sometimes, I think we have way too many things. But I'm thankful for the safety that home brings: safe to be oneself, where you can rest easy at night, where our children can play. I love how we can gather about for meals, and to read a book.
|Mealtime with the boys: Lil J is trying to show me the thumbs up for his meal |
(he still gets his thumb and 2nd finger mixed up), and baby J isn't too happy to be stuck in his chair.
What are you thankful for this week?