“A house is a home when it shelters the body and comforts the soul.” ~ Phillip Moffitt, Buddhist Teacher from Spirit Rock Church

One of the things I love about being married, and my wife in particular, is that the house is often filled with the yummy smells of home cooking.  Whether it’s home made cookies (pictured here), or chicken stir fry, or carne asada (fish taco night doesn’t smell so good when you first walk in the door :), home cooked meals made with care, creativity, and variety should not be underestimated in their ability to make the home a welcome sanctuary from the busy world. 

My old Italian friend Margaret used to make a wonderful pasta fazool, and would give me my own portion saying “food is love.” How right she was.

We have worked hard and sacrificed much to allow my wife to stay at home with the kids.  She works harder than I do, dealing with three small children and barely a minute to herself all day.  On top of all that, she cooks and bakes (and knits scarves, who knew she was so domestic?).  I take none of it for granted, and thank God and my wife as much as I can.