The Heart

Many homes have a heart. A place where memories seem to happen effortlessly. A room that brings comfort and warmth when you enter it. A space that the inhabitants seem naturally drawn to in order to be together and relax. 

I think the heart of our home might be our master bedroom. While I like to think of it as my sanctuary, a place that I might be able to steal a few moments away from everything (and everyone) else, a lot of good mornings seem to start at the foot of our bed.

One day I won’t wake up with three tiny humans draped over me after sneaking in during the night. One morning I won’t trip over a forgotten doll as I walk to the bathroom. Someday the only one reading books in my quiet bedroom will be me. I drink all this in now to smile about in the future when The Heart of my home is a little quieter.