We've been in the house for just over 3 weeks now and it's slowly starting to feel like home. The couch has been delivered.The curtains have been hung. There's a familiar trail of toys that loops from room to room.
We're still waiting on our dining room table to arrive. And we need to find a coffee table. And the pictures will eventually need to be hung. But every night before I go to bed, I turn off the lights. And lock the doors. And then I climb the stairs and check on each of my children, and kiss them one last kiss goodnight.
And at that moment, the bare walls don't matter.
At that moment, I know I am home.