I sit here with you,
belly full of warm coffee and my sweet and spicy little toddler to my right.
Even with all the changes we’ve put her through lately, we’ve managed to keep
her morning routine pretty regular, which has come full circle as we sit with you
in our new living room, with the familiar sound of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and
her sipping away at orange juice. It’s a surreal feeling to be rocking away in
our recliner with the keyboard at my fingertips, feeling content as can be,
with so much still to be done. I’ve decided to savor every moment I can, as we
enter this new chapter of our Journey, and I can tell I’m growing in the right
direction by the feeling of complete peace as I write this out today. Not that
long ago, I would have woke up and scribbled out a list of things I need to
accomplish today and really lost the joy of this simple, fresh start in our new
house. I’ve learned to really relish in the moment and I can tell what God
means by telling us to, “Be Still.” You learn so much about yourself and what
can become of a simple moment and that it can so easily turn in to a special
one. This morning as we do our normal routine, I sat there and sipped my coffee
and searched within myself, the root of where this peace was spilling from. I
realized for the first time since I was a kid, I was able to feel that sense of
‘home’ and know that my roots could settle in without the uncertainty that they
could be ripped from their home. It’s been five years that I’ve been on this
adventure to find my new home as an adult and to finally know that I’m here and
without hesitancy I can put my roots down in and let them grow, is a wonderful
feeling.
Ever since I could remember I was a ‘home body.’ I was
the kid at camp that struggled to get out of the van because I knew the comfort
of my parents was leaving for a week. I was the kid that only had a couple
really close friends that I stayed the night with, because they too, became my
home. Since I was a child, I have found
peace, joy and comfort in the familiar things in life that don’t change, and I
realize now that a part of me has struggled since I left home to start the
adult chapter of my life.
So as I get up and
start my first ‘routine’ day and slowly settle the house, I can finally say
with certainty that I’ve made it. With the help of my hard-working husband, the
firm direction of God leading the way and the many people that supported us
along the way, we made it to our resting place, where we can learn, grow, love
and make a lifetime worth of memories.
Simple, slow mornings are the best.
