Home

The room is warm; dark with the shades closed against the sun outside.  I'm stretched out in the chair, eyes closed....drifting in that afternoon lul that comes along about this time.  The sliding back door is open and I can hear a breeze stirring the wind chimes outside on the deck.  My thought: I'm home. But then another sound comes to the front of my awareness.  Soft, sweet breath.  In. Out.  She stirs.  I become aware of the present.  The gift really, in my lap.  My sweet almost 4 year old is taking a rare nap in my arms.  And a smile spreads across my face.  I am home.  I have helped make a home, filled with the little things that remind me of what I loved (and still do love) about my parent's home.  I stay as still as I can and smile, soaking up the moment.  I feel a swell of pride and tenderness and a deep relaxation filled with love.