:: Emily Dickinson
We like to keep "Home" a central theme at Bloom. We thought it would be neat to see what some other blog friends have to say about Home - what it feels, looks, and smells like; what it is to them. We are so excited about the line up of guests that will be contributing to this series; we think you'll love them. Anne and I will get things started and then we'll have a steady stream of wonderful guests sharing their thoughts on the matter all through the Fall. We hope this will inspire you to document the essence of your own "home" - seems it may be an ever-evolving concept that would be fun to capture periodically.
I hemmed and hawed over how to express this - my feelings about home - they're so big and deep and tender. I played around with words, but nothing felt right. This still doesn't feel like enough...but I think it gives a glimpse.
Home: A Photo Essay
Home is a chair pulled up to the counter; proof that the little people helped
Home is Henry's blankie
And Lily's bink
And the search for both at bedtime.
Home is two little bed heads at the bar, hungry for breakfast and a new day's adventure.
Home is knowing he's close by
Home is his handwriting
Home is her joy
Home is evidence of their creative play
(a barricade of "mean guys" to keep Nana from leaving)
Home is Photo Booth jollies late at night
Home is his hands
Home is savoring 9:00 pm quiet. Loving the sound of ... nothing
and the timid shuffle of morning feet, the daily indication that it's seven-something; time to start again.