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A house is made of brick and stone, but a home is made of love alone. This is the saying on the divot that sits on my kitchen stove. My house is just that; a house. It is the occupants inside that make a home.
My alarm goes off at 6:00 a.m. At this time I get up and make coffee, take a shower, and get ready for my day. My two-year old son, Jack, is up at 6:30 a.m. and ready for his breakfast. When breakfast is complete his diaper gets changed and I get him dressed for the day. By 7:15 we are out the door and headed for daycare; then it’s off to work. I work eight hours and head back to daycare to pick Jack up. We sing songs and play all the way home. I make him dinner, and we eat together. Then I change his diaper and we head to the park if it’s a nice day. After an hour at the park we head home for some quiet time of reading or watching a cartoon together until bedtime. When he is tired he rolls over and places his tiny head on my shoulder. He then pulls his blanket up to his nose and pops his thumb in his mouth. This is my queue to put him to bed. He’s had a full day. We say our prayers as I carry him to bed and I make sure his blanket is on top so he can reach the silky. His says “Amen” when the prayer is done and gives me a gently kiss on the lips. I tenderly place a second kiss on his precious little brow and whisper “sweet dreams baby boy’ but he’s already closed his eyes. I quietly leave his room and gently pull the door closed behind me.
When I turn to the living room I find the room is in dire need of attention. I pick up the blocks and the stuffed animals. The books need to be put away and the pillows need to be put back on the couch. I smile as I think about the little two-year old tornado that goes through my house every day and leaves his mark. I pick up, straighten up, and put away for about 30 minutes. Then I head to the kitchen to clean up the dinner dishes. I start a load of laundry and fold the load already sitting in the dryer.
Now it’s my time but it’s already 9:00 p.m. and I am exhausted. I change into my nightgown and double check the baby monitor to make sure I can hear him. His breathing is deep and even and I know he’s been asleep for awhile. I sit and just listen to him breath for a few minutes with a smile on my lips. He has so much energy and he wears me out. But overall, he makes my house a home and I love my home more then anything in this world.
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