I've been mulling over a lot of things lately, but one thread that runs through all the variables in my life right now is simple: home.
It feels like our family has a million and one things to discern in the next few months, everything from where we'll live next year, to career discernment for us both, schooling/homeschooling options for the girls, and our ongoing desire for more children (with no success so far).
Andrew has applied to a jobs in a number of different places (no offers yet! Keep him in prayer, please!). We've developed our own little ritual, one that I'm sure is familiar to many academic families in this stage. We take time to look at the homes available in a given area, dreaming and trying to figure out if a given location is one we could see our family settling in. It's far too early to say what the end result will be, but it's fun to dream.
Underlying everything, though, is my desire to make wherever we live into a home - a place where we can all live, thrive, and be safe.
But by the end of the semester, that house was beautiful. They were renting, so there were no renovations done or anything, but the wife/mother had turned that house into a home, and it looked positively lovely. It was her presence, her touch, that made all the difference.
But let's be honest - we're still living on a grad student budget. I'm not filling the cart as I troll the aisles. I'm mostly just dreaming, and planning future purchases (or planning what I can look for on Craigslist for a tenth of the price).
But that dreaming matters. In fact, I think it matters more than the actual purchase. Having a mother or a wife as the heart of a house - loving it and its inhabitants - is a big part of what makes a house a home. It is her love that makes all the difference.
The job of homemaker matters. What you are doing for and dreaming of for your family matters. Even your home decor Pinterest boards matter.