Nearly 8 years ago, I promised hubby in my wedding vows that no matter where we lived and no matter our circumstances, he would always have a home.
For me, home is not really a place, a physical spot, a hook to hang your hat. It’s a feeling of belonging that can be created no matter where you go. I have felt as at home in my own living room as around a campfire on a cool autumn night or in our car, making our way to some far off destination. Likewise, when I am home alone, it doesn’t always feel like home. Sometimes the quiet is nice, but it feels much more…right when I can hear Rowenna’s delighted shrieks or hubby’s puttering around in the kitchen.
As a family, we try to cultivate the feeling of home no matter where we are. We infuse togetherness into the things we do. We strive to give each other a touchstone. I cherish this about my marriage and my family and I have always hoped my children would feel it, too.
Rowenna is a child of few spoken words but yet possesses the uncanny ability to express complex thoughts, usually when you least expect it.
The other day we pulled into our garage after school. I went to unbuckle her car seat and told her that we were home. She leaned her head over for a kiss, then fixed me with a wide smile as she very clearly signed “together.”
And my heart soared.
She feels it, too.
We are so looking forward to our family growing in the coming weeks. Little Sister will expand our feeling of home, and through it all, we will simply be together.