I MIss My Home

It's weird. I haven't been home, to my home, in almost 8 months! I miss it. A LOT! I worked so hard, to make sure my daughter and I had a home. A clean home. A comfortable home. Something that I could afford. But still afford to live. To provide my daughter what she needs and wants. I bought a house. In a good neighborhood. With everything we'd need. Possibly, with everything my daughter would ever want. At least until she's 5 years old!

I enlisted my bestie. Begged her to help. She picked the perfect paint colors. Helped me shop for the perfect furniture. And set everything up. My home is comfy. Inviting. A reflection of me. With simple things. Lots of pictures. Plenty of space for all my snacks. :)

The wrap around porches just add to my home. I found a great swing for the front. And a perfect seating set for the back. My back porch was lined with pots of tomatoes. The porch off my bedroom, has the perfect chair, table, and roses. The area outside my baby girl's room, I made sure to make it safe. I also planted lots of colorful flowers there.

Yes, since I found out I was pregnant, I knew what I wanted. I wanted a safe house. An inviting home. A place for my baby girl to grow up. And explore. I took my time getting to that place. Making the best decisions I could. Finding the perfect blanket for the couch. And that chair, the one you sink into, for the den. So I could watch movies with my dog.

Most of my time was dedicated to my baby girl's nursery. I searched everywhere. For the perfect furniture, that safest I could find. The comfy chair where we'd read lots of books, and cuddle up in. I searched out fun, and girly bedding. Was so excited when My Teddy Bear bought the second set that I LOVED! I just knew, my baby girl was going to love her space.

And then, our world was rocked! There were moments, when I thought I'd die. I fought to live. For my baby girl. I wanted her to have an amazing life. To know that she was loved. To be able to take her home. To our home. I wanted her to sleep in her crib.

I had visions of her taking her first steps in our living room. Many, many breakfasts in our kitchen. Talking about kindergarten fun, and her little friends. I could imagine many play dates in our backyard. A time when  her and her friends would be getting ready for school dances.

Yes, I sat and imagined all of that. For the last 10 months, we've lived in hospitals. My friends, and my brother have watched over our home. They've gone there to get the stuff that we've needed. Made sure that my home was protected from tornadoes, floods, and hurricanes. Yes, it's been a tough year for weather.

All I can wish for now, is a healthy baby girl. And to have the ability to take her home. To our home. Our safe, happy, and cozy home. I want my baby girl to sleep in her crib. I yearn to sleep in my bed. All I can think about is cooking yummy meals for us. Spending our evenings playing. All the things that you're supposed to do. One day, hopefully soon, we'll get to go home.