The other night I walked through our darkened home. I walked into the family room and turned on the lights. Their glow brought enough light that I needn't turn on any others. As I finished up in the kitchen I turned and looked into lit the family room.
At that moment I got a glimpse, a still shot, like a photo in a magazine. The room was far from magazine perfect. Pillows and toys were strewn across the floor, which needed a good vacuuming. All of the surfaces needed to be dusted, but still I got that glimpse that happens on occasion.
I stood to take it all in.
This is our home. Ours.
We are the ones responsible for making it a place of comfort.

where friends are welcome.
A haven for memories.
A shelter from the storms of life.
A sanctuary for our family.

our hands have created many of it's contents.

but at that moment it felt different.

I lose sight of the wonderful details that are my life.

cherish the moment,
appreciate what has been revealed to my soul
and express gratitude for the blessings I have been given.
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