Through the Front Door
In the few seconds it takes me to walk up the front path to our joyful front door, everything falls away and I immediately feel peace.
After moving nine times in the last ten years, this finally feels like home. This is my soft place to fall. The place we became a family. And the place that I hung the coat rack up a few millimetres off centre. Since it's the first thing you see as you come in the front door, it always makes me think of my boy. He has spirit level eyes, and pointed out my botched handy(wo)man attempt within a nanosecond of seeing it for the first time. I still haven't lived it down!
Ah. Home again.