Rest and Peace

Right now, both my kids are sleeping and it’s just been a really peaceful thing. I’ve showered, hallelujah. I’ve had something to eat, and some lovely tea and cookies. I’m sitting here, nestled by my daughter’s feet and all I can think is thank you.

Thank you, God, for beauty and grace, for giving me this home and these children of mine. Thank you, God, for freedom, for choosing to stay home. For all the love You’ve given me and for these moments as they come. I’m so thankful for my family, for this beautifully sweet dream. Nothing makes me happier than being home with family. 

For years I dreamed of cottages, like Aunt Jenny’s or the holiday. Something beautiful and light, where all my baking and dreams and movie watching and writing and socializing with family takes place. I’ve found without the structure, of beautiful cottage windows and quiet nights, I’ve found my own rhythm with my babies and my guy. 

We have a home, it’s rented, never owned and never bought, and it fills each and every category for our precious little lot. With my children growing bigger, and my husband working hard, I find beauty in the moments where we cuddle on the couch. Our evenings are ginormous, full of disc golf, food, and fun. Their laughter is contagious, it’s a total work of art. 

Our balcony, it is tiny, but it’s packed with flowers,  bubbles and chalk. We hung up little garden nettings, to create our little spot. Now my kids play out of doors, they listen to the birds. And every day is magical, in our sweet two bedroom home. It’s not the building or the structure, or the gates that keep us safe, it’s the magic and the beauty of my family and their grace.

For I know that I’m not perfect, I’m the least of these I’m sure. But I love them and they love me, and it’s more than anything I’ve dreamed. I’ve chased music, I’ve chased happiness, I’ve chased sharing bigger things, but the more that I am home with you I can’t imagine greater meaning.

Well, this poem is about happiness. It’s about cuddling with my babies. I know that where I’ve found myself is in a place they call my name. Momma, the woman I admire, has now become my identity, and forever I am blessed, for I have my children and our memories.

Love from the one who knows your heart, He’s always here with you. Jesus, sweet and loving Shepherd, always cares for you. I love you my sweet babies, you are my whole world.

Love Daisy xoxo 💜💞🌸💖💙