Maya and I have been having some great conversations while we’ve been home together, as is par for the course when you hang out with this girl.
The one that we got deep into today was about our home.
Maya was talking to me about how much she loves our home because she always feels like whenever she’s there, she always feels like there’s something for her to do: hang out with random combinations of people on the deck over dinner, lay in a bed I moved outside for her so she could be out in the fresh air and see the trees blow in the wind, and throw the lacrosse ball against the rebounder so she can still feel sporty even though she’s only a week post-surgery.
I loved hearing all of the things she loves about being home. I told her I feel like it’s so important that your home is the place you know you can come back to that, no matter what happens in your day, will make you feel safe, happy, and at peace.
That got us into an enormous conversation about all of the “moments” we remember happening within the walls of our home: the good and the bad. It’s incredible how many memories you make in a home with all of the laughter, the tears, the arguments, the support, the celebrations. It’s awesome.
And, I think it’s important to talk about all of those memories because no matter how many pictures you take, no matter how many things you save and display, there is nothing quite like the power of word to commemorate the experiences of your life…and, the lives of the people you share your life with.
There is nothing like a great conversation.