is our sactuary. I'd like to think so anyway. Home should be a place where the heart and mind feel peaceful and at ease. When you look around you realize you are surrounded by all the people you love and who love you. When I look around our home I see things that remind me of people who I have loved and no longer here. A rocking chair that belonged to my grandparents. My grandfather's American flag from his funeral. Pictures of those loved and lost. These things make me sad and happy. I am sad our loved ones are gone, but so joyful that I have possession of items that make me think of them daily.
I spent some time out on our front porch today. A place I have not lingered very long recently because of the heat. Today felt different. Today it said, "Sit a spell and take a load off." I did. I could faintly hear the goings on inside the house but all-in-all it was quiet. I sat watching birds gliding by in front of our home. A baby lizard came out of it's hiding place from somewhere on the porch. Today, our front porch was my sanctuary. A place to reflect and ponder the questions of the day. To reconnect with myself quietly and dutifully. It actually became the place I had imagined two years ago as we started building this home. A place for quiet thought. A place to soothe my soul when it felt the need the most. A day of emotional turmoil and frustration. But somehow our porch with it's wonderful rocking chairs seem to erase some of it.
I was reminded of my Grandfather's farm and the rocking chairs on the front porch. I went there often to escape the turmoil of twelve grandchildren in the house. There in the room where the front door was, I don't know what they called that room because it seemed more of a pass through than a room but too large to be called a foyer, another rocking chair I would escape too when outside was not an option. That is the rocking chair I now have. I suppose most of my life when I have searched out a quiet spot there has always been a rocking chair involved...maybe I should put one in the living room.
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OK, so who of the twelve turmoil giving grandchildren am I missing? I only count ten and that is including you, eleven if you include Randy. Come to think of it, six are from my family alone, so should I be taking this personally?
Okay, I didn't mean anything except that when there are that many children it is LOUD. I love you all and you know it! 6+1+1+2+2=12 (Mills, Me, Randy, Evans, Plyler) Accounting majors CAN count. :) Love you!
OK in my non accountant defense, did you see the time of my post?
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