I want a home filled with the laughter of little girls. I want the laughter to be loud and obnoxious and prolific.
I want joy.
I want a home where we remember that we are the daughters and son of God, and that as such, we deserve respect and kindness and compassion. And so does every single other person on this planet.
I want dignity to reign.
I want a home filled with the good. I want to remember that it is our nest here on Earth and that as such, every precaution must be taken to keep it safe and comfortable and good and beautiful and holy.
I want home.
I want a refuge for my husband and myself and my girls. When someone has a stressful day or someone has a plate of duties or another sits alone at lunch due to unkind words, I want a home that will push out the sadness and the stress and the strife and that fills those holes with love and mercy and belonging.
I want refuge.
I want stimulation. I want a home filled with great books and great ideas, great art and great conversation, great music and the music of my children’s agile but learning fingers. I want a home filled with all things noble and worth longing for.
I want inspiration.
It has been a long week. My children have struggled, and so I have struggled. And all I can remind myself is that under ordinary circumstances, there’s not much I can do to affect how the world will treat them. But I can listen and I can love and I can show compassion.
I can’t always be a fortress but I can always be a landing pad.
I want to be comfort.