home is where the heart is

Zack took this a few years ago. The chair has moved since, but it really is my cozy spot.

I read here, write here. I have slept in that chair; nursed colicky babies here. The kids used to snuggle there together, two peas in a pod. The three of us still melt in a book, smashed together, although now my kids are becoming all elbows and knees, I need ElastiGirl arms to pull it off.



My heart grows restless, when the sun creeps out for a few months in the northwest. I'm apt to pack a lunch, paper and a mountain of books and head to old parks, where my kids play on playground equipment deemed just too dangerous for today's fragile youth.

(I'm boxing up so we can 'stage' our house and saying good-bye to the other loves in my home: the big trees that dance all winter, a view of Mt. St. Helens from my front yard. Blackberry bushes. I packing my bookshelves today. And then I am off to the pool to watch my merkids splash and chase away the relocation blues on the hottest day of the year.)

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Thanks, Mrs. G, for hosting our open houses today. You're a peach.