I know I’m just an old homebody, but I love being home with my family more than anything.
In a culture that seems to need near constant entertainment, I guess I am an oddball. After work, most Fridays, I am perfectly content to putter around the house, picking up stray socks, starting a load of laundry, picking out a snack and heading for the sofa. That’s not to say that I never want to go anywhere. I do enjoy eating out, going to movies and shopping, but after a long week at work, I just want to be home sometimes.
My kids are at the age where they aren’t home all that often, but when they are, that makes it even better. Nothing beats the sound of your children and their friends laughing!
Occasionally, my husband will be gone at least part of a Friday evening, but I still enjoy even a quiet house. There’s something tranquil about sitting in your own little niche of the world, feeling content, that nothing else rivals. I have heard it said that “No man or woman can ever be lonely if he or she likes the person they are alone with,” and I think that may be true to some degree.
Mine is fairly simple and peaceful, most of the time, and I relish the ordinary in it. “Better is a dry morsel and quietness with it than a house full of feasting with strife” (Psalm 17:1).
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