Lazy Days and Sundays

Well darn. I knew it would likely happen. I missed a day of posting in this month long challenge of writing a thankful post each day. Dismantling the business is emotionally draining for Bill and physically tiring for me. I told him yesterday that I didn't work this hard when I was on the payroll! I used to sit at a desk, paying bills, doing payroll and creating invoices. I've come home looking like Pigpen from the Snoopy comics lately, having spent my days sorting and packing years of supplies and moving cabinets and shelves that haven't been moved in ages. There were dead creepy crawlies back there!

Today I am home and thankful for being here. It isn't a mansion. It isn't the house I dreamed of owning.

It is much more. It is HOME.

Anyone who has been important to me and everyone I have loved has been inside this house. Every major event since our marriage has been celebrated or commiserated here. If these walls could talk, they would laugh. They would sigh. They would shed a few tears, then smile, then laugh again. Maybe even let loose a huge guffaw.

I'd better go make sure the pictures we just hung in the laundry are secure. A guffaw might knock them off.

Home really is where the heart is.