Windswept and rainy the night fell over the comfortable house. The children were snuggled under blankets, watching 101 Dalmatians. Memories from my youth

The cats curled on the couch, sleeping lightly, content as only cats can be while the dog lay at our feet, mournful expression at the sight of popcorn.

Clouds obscuring the daylight, rain tapping restfully on the windows, gusting in fits and starts.

I pause from the worries of the day and the grind of responsibility, and take a deep breath, exhaling the weight of the world.

This is what home feels like. It’s not fancy or special, except to us, but my home is full of love. How lucky to spend a cold night when the weather cries, wrapped in the arms of love?

I’ll tuck this memory away for another time, when I’m overwhelmed by life or the day has been rough, remembering the revelation in a rainy day.