As with any relationship, it takes a little effort. I imagine it wants to be wooed. Who doesn’t like that? After being gone, I want our home to know how much I appreciate it. I’m not just going to dump out my suitcases and expect it to take care of me, of us.

So Dominique plays the music. And I light the candles. I bake the bread that wafts gently through each nook. I don’t just make the bed, but crawl inside the duvet to get the comforters just right. We pick up the pine cones and Dominique gently trims the trees. We open windows and vacuum. I talk to the paintings. And clear the dust of winter’s close. Pick the greenery and offer it to our entry. Because we both love a welcome. Knowing to receive one, one must also be given. 

Maybe it’s silly, but I need to fall in love with my home, to fall more in love with my life. And then, I truly have something to give. Isn’t it romantic? I think I’ll do the same with spring. Woo!