a place to settle in...

i have moved four times in two years. first across the country to my love's cigar stained apartment. no matter how many flowers and pillows i stuffed into that place it was a bachelor pad through and through. having a growing baby in me immediately after i moved in...quickly ushered us out to our first house...the cottage. it wasn't really a cottage, just a small house. our bedroom was red and the back yard flourished with adorable flowers. i learned to bake and cook for a family in the large smokey blue kitchen. another bun in the oven ushered us into a larger house barely a year later...but after our girly bundle of joy arrived we were quick to see that the house didn't fit our larger family just like my two baby body didn't fit into my shirts. new clothes, new house a year later. finally, we find ourselves in the perfect fit for our crying, laughing, pooping, napping family.

this house is turning into a home. the warmth we felt when it was empty has been multiplied by hundreds as our couch and chairs reside now in its rooms. my bedroom is a beautiful and lovely sanctuary. the walls carefully and lovingly painted a warm soothing color. this house envelops me. this house breathes peace even when hungry mouths are screaming. the kitchen is like a feminine cup of tea...tailored to my desires with creamy cupboards and floral curtains. i can see visions of planters in the cement alcove porch in the back. jeremy and i drinking hot coffee on cold sunny mornings and enjoying our chimenea on warm dark spring nights. logan running around the back yard stuffing dirt and leaves into his pockets and mouth. kate making mud pies for our afternoon tea party. home is already brimming with love.

i am already finding the transcendent moments here. trying not to rush through my day but to stop and read a book to logan for as long as he will sit on my lap. making kate laugh after i change her diaper instead of rushing to do the dishes. peace in everything.