Today I observed my house from her own point of view. She seemed to soak up the quiet of our back to school morning after I took the kids to school. I wonder what she prefers? All of us here, busy, banging, clanking, crashing, laughing. Or does she like it when we're gone and only the sound of the air conditioning cranking on and off breaks the monotony. I lay back down on my bed, wondering if she misses us and tried to hear what she hears. Subtle ticks of the clock counted the seconds and I decided that she probably likes us gone but also likes it when we're back. She and I, we work together. We both want an atmosphere that's safe for my kiddos. She is a home and she knows the large columns of connotations that come with the word. She knows what it means to greet the day and protect us from the world. She likes to bask in the morning sun as much as I do. She loves it when I make breakfast and holds the smell of pancakes and syrup just for me so when I come back from dropping off the kids I can breathe the yumminess as soon as I walk in the door. She knows my moods and patiently puts up with them.
Today I was just so glad to have my home.
