The other day, I had a chat with a couple of girlfriends about how easy it is to get trapped into the “stuff” mindset. You know the one? Where the little voice in your head tells you, “If I can just have that in my life, I’ll be happy.”
And the “that” could be anything. A fresh new sofa, that rug you’ve been eyeing for months, the perfect kitchen that you’ve dreamed about for 5 years and it still hasn’t happened. The stuff.
It’s so easy to get stuck in that continuous spiral of want. And it hit me that I’ve been really guilty of it for too long.
Then, I realized when I look around the home that Robert and I have put so much time and money and effort into these past 2-3 years, it isn’t the stuff that I like really at all. Not the kind I bought at the store anyway.
Sprinkled throughout our house are little tokens of our past, who we are, where we came from, and what we treasure more than anything. And while most of the time friends who visit our home walk right past that old dirty suitcase that sits underneath our foyer table, I see it and am reminded of my grandparents and how they took it with them on their honeymoon 60 years ago.
Down our hallway, we have an old, chipping window hanging up that once was a part of my husband’s childhood house. And on it is a scripture that my brother read during my and Robert’s wedding ceremony.
In Olivia’s room, it is covered in memories from my and Robert’s own childhoods- a Snuggle bear that was his very first toy as a baby, a verse that’s always been my favorite…
…my first pair of pointe shoes that still has stage lipstick stain on the ribbons…
…a rattle that Robert’s father carved for Olivia out of a piece of wood.
In our entryway, a sign hangs with the same words that are displayed in my own parents’ house and represents our roots.
Our office shelves hold mementos from Robert’s past with his Marine Corps boots and a pocket Bible he prayed with every day while in the service.
Our living room bookcase has a birdcage from one of our leftover wedding centerpieces and a sewing machine once belonging to my great-grandmother who sewed countless Easter dresses on it.
Our living room cabinet displays seashells we picked up on the beach on a family trip last summer.
And our stairway gallery wall documents our lives together from the very beginning.
As I get wrapped up in project plans and start going design crazy on rooms around our house, I have to step back and look around to get that perspective again. That a house full of well-decorated rooms isn’t nearly as beautiful as a house that is filled with the love of those who live there.
The best makeovers of all don’t have to cost a cent; they just require a little perspective.
I hope whatever your house looks like right now, friends, if you have dishes piling up and laundry to be done and your home wish list keeps growing that you take the time to stop and look around to find the blessings and the heart in all of it.