Shoes overflow the hallway rug that doesn't really fit in a very convenient spot.
Dog food is pebbled across the floor and miscellany peeks out of a not-so-discreet tote.
Like the blanket tossed on the floor and the mess of cords in the corner, not everything is perfectly pretty or put away.
But it is our home.
And we're living in it.
To me, that's beautiful enough.
As I think about home tonight, I also think about warmth. I think about safety, and comfort, and clean dishes drying on the dish-rack. I think of recently folded laundry sitting on a dresser, hamburger thawing in the fridge for tomorrow night's supper, and a food supply that is never lacking. I think about the smell of Christmas-y candles burning, creating cozy contentment and relaxation. I think of the rare Florida chill that requires a knitted blanket draped over my knees.
Tonight, the temperatures are dropping to dangerous levels in much of our country. Tonight, we'll go to bed under warm sheets with the luxury of a furnace running. Tonight, our needs (and wants) are taken care of.
I am thankful.
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