(Jumbled living room after moving home from camp. So. Much. Stuff.)
I feel like we are the last people in the world to start school.
(Yay! Can you imagine a better way to be the last at something?) The first day of school isn't until September 3rd, but Grant will have some teachery stuff going on before that, meetings and classroom prep... but still. Plenty of time. The vacation lives on at our house! and these are officially the lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.
"lazy": sleeping until or past 8 am everyday, which I've realized is nice but it makes the day go by way too fast.
"hazy": our attic bedroom without any air conditioning or a ceiling fan.
"crazy": is getting settled back into our house and trying to fit everything in that somehow fit in it last May.
I've spent the past few days getting used to all the niceties of being back in our own home. You guys! There's so much to be thankful for! It's your home and even if there are a hundred things you think you'd like to change, it really suits you. It smells good. It feels good.
"lazy": sleeping until or past 8 am everyday, which I've realized is nice but it makes the day go by way too fast.
"hazy": our attic bedroom without any air conditioning or a ceiling fan.
"crazy": is getting settled back into our house and trying to fit everything in that somehow fit in it last May.
I've spent the past few days getting used to all the niceties of being back in our own home. You guys! There's so much to be thankful for! It's your home and even if there are a hundred things you think you'd like to change, it really suits you. It smells good. It feels good.
The first time I walk in our house after getting home from camp I like to patrol around, studying. I always realize how tiny it is, how the floor creaks cheerfully, how it smells like old wood and still, dusty air. I go into the bathrooms and notice the lighting right away- it's so great, so familiar, and the toilet and counter are just the right height, and the faucet and shower feel like my old friends. The first time we sit on our couch we sink into the leather, rest our heads back and enjoy how deep and comfy it is. The first time we lay on our mattress we remember why we picked it, it's the perfect softness. The cereal bowls are the ideal depth, the drinking glasses aren't too thick, the spoons and forks are hefty, shiny-smooth, and well-known in your hands. Making dinner in your own kitchen feels like riding a bike and doing dishes doesn't seem so run-of-the-mill. And remember the basement? The buttons on your washer and dryer? The way the living room looks at night by lamplight? They're all so nice!!!
Enjoy your house today. It's your home. You have to admit- you really do love it.
Thank you, Lord, for making everything familiar feel so good.
At my own kitchen sink, with my homecoming flowers, looking out at the backyard. I forget how our tree has such nice leaves.. most of the school year I don't get to see them!
