When we walk through the front door, how do we want our home to feel?
Warm. Welcoming. Soothing.
Immediately, I want to feel a rush of warmth. Not necessarily as a temperature; a space that exudes warmth and cozy vibes. A home that feels lived in, you can tell children rip around with joy, putting dents in walls. You could bet money on the fact that somewhere there’s an old drawing on the wall from the toddler years. There’s a growth chart in the corner with sharpie marks along the edge, showing the time passing. A Christmas blanket and stuffie strewn on the couch, reminding me of my daughter’s favourite things and her sleepy morning face. This warm space feels calm in the sense that everyone is where they should be.
I am welcomed by my son’s sweet greeting and a hug (he’s still in the phase where hugging mom is okay). I know he’s eager to tell me all about his day but he’s drawn back to sketching creatures with his brother who gives me the ever-cool ‘s’up’ and a half grin from his chair. Space in the front entryway is free of shoes and backpacks, and provides an opportunity for a deep breath and a noticeable drop in my shoulders. The first few steps are quiet and restful. Comfortable clothing is waiting – no bra straps or hard pants to be found. Notes of country love songs dance from the kitchen.
Throughout, I have the chance to soothe the senses. Even for just a moment. I see the familiar and favourite items that make our home unique. The faces of my family lit up, mirroring mine. I smell the deliciousness of a vanilla evergreen candle or supper in motion. I hear softly, nothing that invades the moment, but adds to the contented experience of coming home. I feel my husband’s arms and prickly beard in an embrace. I taste cool water with a hint of mint.
