I’ve always wanted to set my eyes on the vineyards of Italy or take hand-in-hand walks through the cobblestone streets of Paris with Mr. Coppertop. I dream of the adventure and romance, but when it comes to booking a flight, (other than the fact that I don’t have that kind of money) I find that I’m perfectly content to stay home and keep dreaming.
While amazing destinations may appeal to my spontaneous sense of adventure, home appeals to my heart. Perhaps it’s just the season of life we are in with three small children, or the fact that I tend to be a homebody anyway, but I like our noisy little place on this earth that we call home.
Home isn’t always sweet. I have moments that if someone handed me a ticket to Barbados, I would throw a cheese-stick in my purse, and walk out the door.
I get impatient with my kids for jumping off the back of the couch after I’ve told them a million times to stop. Our house smells like bleach because I bought the uber-thrifty dishwasher detergent and I’m too cheap to just throw it out. The laundry here is never done. My name is yelled from every corner of this house, and my place of momentary sanity is a little bathroom off the kitchen that is slathered in 70’s Williams-Jersy-Cream-Toilet-Soap Wallpaper. (Btw, whoever created that should be institutionalized..Just sayin’…)
While these are sometimes the face of this place I call home, the heart is when Mr. Coppertop piles the kids on his lap for a quick prayer over our day, before he heads off to work. It’s the sticky kisses I accept. It’s the laughter around the table when our kids thank the Lord for their food, their forks, and that they “dress really awesome” (which usually entails a princess dress, polka-dot pants, dress shoes, and necklaces hanging from her ears.) 🙂
These people and the love within these walls are what compels me to stay.
Maybe someday I’ll get to travel around the world and look Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa in her eyes or walk through the Bel Paese of Italy, sipping on a hot caffe Latte. But for now, I second Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, “There’s no place like home! There’s no place like home! There’s no place like home!” 😉