I want to have the kind of home that kids remember. They'll wax nostalgic to their friends, and then their spouses, about the way life felt during every holiday. Holy Day. About the special plates for those very special meals. About the multiple nativity sets- each one in a different room. "The Fontanini. The wooden one. That one made out of ceramic from Mexico..." (I don't have them yet, but maybe I will someday). About all the beloved things that let them know something important is happening.
I want a home like that. I want a house of wishes and memories and traditions. Of familiar and homey and comfortable and intentional.
There is so much out there about making a home lovely and beautiful and stylish, but when I think about the house I remember most fondly, my grandmother's house when I was young, I don't remember the decor or the paint colors. No, not really. Instead it's the little ceramic Christmas tree, the small bowls filled with candy, the feasting.....oh, the feasting.
This house is still so much in its beginning stages. Most of the walls are bare. The colors, the floors, the kitchen- there is beauty to be created here and it will have to happen slowly. And in the meantime, we can still live some magic.
Linking up with Theme Thursday at Clan Donaldson: Thankful. Let's be grateful together.