Home!!!

I think we take home for granted.  We get so stuck in our routine that we forget how rough somepeople have it and how blessed we are to have a routine. My routine is filled with work and school and cooking and cleaning and taking care of my family.  I allow all of things to distract me and I miss the little important things sometimes.  I went to Denver for four days to move my friends and I realized how truely blessed I am.  I have a family and friends that love me. My teenage girls stayed home and too care of the house and the dog. My In-Laws live next door and they kept an eye on them.  When I got home they had all cleaned the house and mowed the yard and were waiting with big hugs and love.  That is what life is about. Having people that love you. My friends in Denver knew that I would come and help them because I love them and they needed me. It took us thre days of packing and unpaking from daylight to dark to get them moved to their new place.  When we were all finished they said they were glad that they just got to spend some time with us. The time spent with them was the good part, moving was just the think that needed to be done. Last night at nine o'clock my fifteen year old called and told me she was all packed to leave for church camp but didn't want to go until we got home and she could see us.  As soon as we finished unloading the last truck at eleven o'clock we hopped in the car and headed home.  I sat down on the couch tired from the overnight drive with a girl on each side of me. We sat and talked for a couple of hours before my younger daughter left for camp.  My older daughter quietly sat and watched the movies my husband had turned on while he and I slept on the couch.  She woke me up so I could get back to my routine of homework and cooking. I am so blessed to have a family that is together and love and respect each other. I didn't have to worry about my girls getting into trouble while I was gone. The called me everytime they left the house and called when they got back.  They called and told me they love me everynight before they went to bed.  I know that I am blessed because their aren't many teenage girls that would love and respect their parents enough to tell them everything they were doing or want them to come home so they could see them for just a couple of hours before they left for camp or would sit quitly while their parents slept from a long trip or cleaned and cooked and mowed while their parents where gone and stay out of trouble.  I love my girls. I love my Husaband. I love my home and my small rural routine of life.  My friends can keep the big city living and the hustle and bustle that comes with it. I will continue to be content with my beautiful home and family in the country.  I love my sometimes busy but quiet life.