Gather 3/19/15 (oops, I went for 9 minutes)
Wrote this while my kids were playing “John Deere engineers” outside. Then finished while half playing a game of checkers with my son, which I lost. Crazy kids! They have a sensor for when I try to write.
One day, my friends Julianne and Jo were over at my house. Julianne mentioned that she loved how welcoming my house is. It’s a “come as you are” house. Most of the time, it has toys on the floor, maybe a sink of dishes (our dishwasher is broken) or a few sticky spots on the floor. It’s definitely not perfect! But I most likely will have crayons available or a hot cocoa or a piece of homemade bread. Because that is part of my vision of what “home” should be. But I was thrilled to hear her say it was welcoming. It made me think about what I think of as welcoming. Is it a perfectly decorated house? Don’t get me wrong! I love pinterest houses and love the ladies who can make their houses into pinterest houses! But I just didn’t get that much of the creative gene. Or time, I guess. I love a house that smells like cookies and bread and warm chocolate. Or a scentsy. I also love this beach house we have visited before, thanks to my childhood friend’s parents. It’s sunny and bright and clean and if we track a little sand inside, it’s still acceptable. I love a cabin with a fireplace, that smells like woods and cold turned warm with a cocoa and a warm cookie. I love my parent’s house with the blue carpet and the projects that my dad is always working on, whether it’s the yard or his garden and my mom’s closet stuffed full of books. I love my sister’s house that has such a fun eclectic collection, that ranges from lighthouses to antiques to boy toys and scooters. I love my brother’s house that acquired a table after years of living there and a bassett hound who weighs more than my first born child. I love my sister’s house, an apartment, because it’s the reminder of where most of us start. I love my in law’s house with the never ending yard and swing set dug six feet down to defeat the Idaho wind. I love the house of my sister in law, Kellie, and the smell of babies (twin boys) and the organization I wish I could have! I love the house of my sister in law, Monica, who has a great sense of decorating and is just clean. She doesn’t believe it, but she’ll see when she visits my house in May! Overall, I love the sense of gathering that a house brings. It is comfort, homey, warm, no matter what the style is or what the smells are. That our houses are a reflection of our personalities and that each place has an invisible welcome sign on it for friends or family or people who just need help.
Googled picture of old country house and found this one that I would love!!!