Scrambling in from my run, I bustled up the stairs to rouse Gabe for soccer. “C’mon little guy. Time to move!”
There he lay on his back, cheering on Baby Bear as he dipped and dove across the bed. Sunlight poured across them both, temporarily blinding me as I sought for Gabriel’s attention. “Nah, I think I’ll skip the game.” he answered, “I’d rather stay home all day and read.”
“Little Gabe,” I asked, “if you had to decide between circus, dinner and a movie or an afternoon at home with chocolate chip cookies– which would you choose?”
“We’re making cookies today?” he brightened.
Somehow I’ve raised a small nation of homebodies; we revel in the simple, the ordinary.
Xander and I put the finishing touches on our Halloween decor. We especially love the framed photos of Halloweens past.
Ben came home just in time to dig holes (and left again far too soon)
and Mary circled the basketball court on the old blue bike.
Later, Mary and I huddled under a blue quilt while Xander played soccer in the rain.
He’s pretty intense.
I love that Xander (and his teammates) don’t bother with a proper uniform– the star player wears an undershirt and I think Xander is wearing a church sock on one foot.
In an out of focus, but completely in character photo, Grandpa Fritz is Xander’s biggest fan and usually follows us home for a game of chess (and a hope that we’ll have chocolate chip cookies on hand).
As the evening light wanes, Mary recruits opponents for the teapot game;
I begin work on a flying blue monkey costume.
Bound by Calculus, Statistics and Art History, Stefan retreats to his cozy, silent blue room. But we follow him, stretching out on the beds and floor with our books and whispered conversations, because the best time, the sweetest thrills are when we are together.
And someday, one day, I’ll take them to the circus.
Who needs the circus, when you’ve got home?
Beautiful, as always.
Sometimes the house is enough of a circus anyways! But yours seems to always be beautiful.
Thanks for reminding me of the sweet blessings I have waiting for me in my own home. :]
I had to laugh at this one, because your “simple” is not that “ordinary.”
Home is the best place to be- it’s where the heart is. Maybe the mission call will come tomorrow!
I don’t wan to go to the circus mommy.
I am such a homebody too. I love this post. I feel warm and cozy..can I come over for a sleepover someday soon?
OK, so the homebody part I get and relish in myself.
But nope, sorry, nothing about your life is ordinary. I’d go so far as to say your simple is extraordinary.
But your photos posts ooze so much of the love and warmth of your home and the bonds of your family and it’s one of the main reasons I come here.
~from another homebody
(So did you end up eating cookies?)
oh, well, how original am I? Hadn’t read all the comments yet. Sue beat me to it! 😉
So what were y’all building?
“Ah! There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” Jane Austen
Just found you via Dalene. I haven’t looked around here enough yet, but if you are the photographer: Oh my GOOD-ness. Beautiful photos. Lovely writing too.
I want that mailbox … snow and all.