Homebody
It’s a Friday night.
Here I am, listening to Christmas jazz in my living room. I just had a glass of egg nog. First carton of the season.
My wife is in the kitchen, putting groceries away. She’s wearing a hoodie and sweatpants.
Our one-year-old son is quietly sleeping upstairs. He sleeps for twelve hours during the night. Sometimes my wife and I sneak in to watch him sleep before we go to bed.
10 years ago I would have died of embarrassment if you told me this is the life I was going to live.
“What about going out? What about the parties? The booze? The girls?”
That was my life back then.
Now? I’m a homebody. I like coming home, putting on my slippers, and enjoying the company of my family. It’s simple. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Home is a beautiful place to be. Home is a place where you can unwind, read, rest, pray, worship, whatever you feel called to do.
Blessings on your weekend, and Merry Christmas to you and your family!
How great it is to be a homebody. Last night after the Wartburg Concert I, went home and enjoy some music myself and enjoyed my Christmas Tree. The only this missing is a family to share it with…my father has a great plan for that…in his time. I really get how life changes…for the better! Merry Christmas to you, Kerry and Finny!
Peace,
Honor