Made My Choice

It's not often that I lay awake in bed but last night I did...thinking. Thinking about the choices Emery gave me about getting a new house or doing our house over if that's what I wanted. Admittedly, I feel a little like a spoiled child. Having whatever I want. I looked at new furniture yesterday and took some on line tests to find what my style is. Funny thing, last night when I was laying awake thinking about all this stuff, I realized I am perfectly content with what I have. I don't want a new house, or new furniture....well maybe a new sofa and chair but in the style we have grown to love. I might enjoy having new siding on the house, bat and board so the house is restored to its original look from the turn of the century when it was built. I might enjoy building on one more room and a nice big porch, but those are things we have had for plans for years. I love that my husband gave me this amazing offer and saw all the love in the world in his eyes as he gave me so much, but I love my simple old furniture, like the cradle by the wood stove, the old deacons bench, the little chair we paid $8 for that the grand-babies love so much because it is small in size and easy to climb on to. I love the kerosene lamps that light our quiet nights and those things wouldn't fit into the style the tests said was mine. I could never change the cedar wood work or paint it. Emery's perfection in craftsmanship is seen in each window frame and window sill. So today I will sit back and love what we have even more, knowing it is the perfect choice for me. I will sweep my wooden floors, thankful that I don't need to run a vacuum. I will make a fire in the stove to chase off the morning chill and put the tea kettle on to boil. I will clean the chimneys of the kerosene lamps and sit in the rocker made of deep dark wood and spin some wool. I will glance at the hand dipped candles hanging off the pegs and feel good about having made them and admire how they look hung in bunches. I will walk down the hall, smiling at how the floor tilts just a tiny bit and love it. This is home and I love it.
Life is good. Some things do remain constant !