After a couple weeks “off” it’s time I rejoin the blogging community for Five Minute Friday; a flash mob of free writing as we share our collective thoughts on the same word.
Belong. Five minutes to tell you where I belong. Three words… With my husband.
I associate home with belong. Home is where I belong. And home is my husband. Home is no longer a physical location for me. The location of home changes for me based on where we go together; currently home is in San Diego. I do not “belong” in San Diego. Soon home will be back in Phoenix. I do not “belong” in Phoenix. I belong with my husband. He is home.
I once belonged at my Granddad & Grandma’s house. Their house was home. It was where I belonged for so many years. It was a safe place. It was a loving and nurturing place filled with laughter and grace. It was a place to learn lessons and let go of mistakes. It was a place to share loudly and also a place to comfortably be still in silence. My grandparents’ house was home and where I belonged.
The home I now belong with is no longer a physical location. Belonging is held in my heart… home is now my husband. The man that I promised to love. The man that I vowed to be loyal to. The man who loves me and protects me. The one who laughs with me and grows with me. The man who would do anything for his wife and his sons. The man who I do not want to live without. That is where I belong.
I belong with him. He is my Sweetheart.
Might we all know “home” and may we all be so blessed to feel like we “belong”.
– T
