One of my all-time favorite books is called the Hawk and the Dove Trilogy (published in one volume) by Penelope Wilcock. I discovered this quote in my most recent reading, and I love it for its beauty and imagery. It’s also the way I hope my own children will feel about our home and family.
Home, I was home. The smell of it, the peace of it! Although it was so small, and we were so many, somehow our home as like a bowl of quietness and light. As I crossed the threshold, I relaxed with a sigh, and the world dropped from me like a cloak.
The kitchen was filled with the wonderful aroma of baked potato. [My sister] Therese pushed a mug of tea into my hand as I came in. Home. It closed about me like wings folding around me. Therese gave me a thick slice of bread and jam. I sat down at the kitchen table, utterly content.