Home Is Where Your Heart Is
Hello Friends! I hope everyone is having a fabulous week so far. These past couple of weeks have really made me reflect on what brings comfort to my heart. With Hurricane Harvey hitting Texas like it did makes my heart ache for all of the people that were affected. Having gone through Hurricane Fran, I could imagine the fear that everyone must have felt during the storm but to lose my home and all of my belongings to a flood is unimaginable to me.
The saying, “home is where your heart is,” is a very real saying however did you ever stop and think just how much of your home has your heart in it? Now I know that material things can all be replaced in time and that in itself is a huge expense but what about the things that you wouldn’t give all the money in the world for? Like the things that have such deep memories.
Family photos.
Tools given to me from my dad that remind me of childhood memories of remodeling our home and the countless fixer upper projects that he tackled. There isn’t anything that he can’t fix. The love that he had put into our home with his hard working hands was so appreciated. I’m not even sure if he knows how much.
A carefully hand crocheted doily given me to me from my Grandma who has long since passed but every time I look at the doily, I am reminded of her sense of humor and her wonderful talent for baking cakes. She was one funny lady.
Old tins from my Grandpa. I could remember sitting on his lap watching TV and could even remember his scent. A gruff but lovable man who had more talent than he probably knew.
Cook books from my Mom…oh the countless meals she has cooked and her homemade bread…now that’s some comfort.
The first lamp that was given to my Mom and Dad by my Grandpa and then passed down to me. The very lamp that I would throw my body in front of while screaming, “Not by the lamp!!!” when my boys would rough house.
That’s just to name a few. That’s not even including sentimental things like home videos, baby books, art projects created by my kids, etc… And to think of losing the house itself is so sad. Not only to lose the roof over your head but to think of the memories that each room holds.
Family gatherings around the kitchen table and spontaneous dance parties when the boys were little (and occasionally when they were big and no one was looking).
Late night talks with my boys that would start with saying goodnight and end up lasting well after midnight.
The porch where I waved goodbye while choking back the tears as my (much bigger than me and grown but still my babies) boys would head off on a new adventure,
There is so much heart put into a home. I guess that’s what makes it so special. That being said, my heart goes out to the people of Texas who lost their homes. Although the storm has passed, I know there is a lot to be done to rebuild the homes and the memories. Home truly is where your heart is. I will continue to pray that each and every one of you will find your home once again to put your heart into and build more memories. May God bless you all and bring you back stronger than ever.
