04/30/2025
Last night we layed in the grass, the sun streaming through the trees, glowing orange on the warm stones of the house. We watched bees fly between the lavender. Max and Rio kicked the ball around, carrying Remi around so he could also try.
Most of the house is packed up and soon we take the last of it to the new house, another rental house where the lush grass and trees is replaced with views of the turquoise sea. It will be an adjustment, but trusting it has all fallen into place as it is meant to. It’s been an emotional time, this is what Max and Rio know as “home” having few memories of what we left in California. Upon seeing this house, I knew this would be our home for awhile. 3 months turned into 3 years, becoming a place that grounded us and healed us. The years were filled with bbq’s and pizza parties, Birthdays, Christmas wreath parties and Easter Egg hunts. Slow mornings of sitting in the sunshine with coffee in hand, kitchen dance parties and movie night couch cuddles. Although this home was special because of the friends and the family that gathered here, the love and laughs that were shared, it was also the physical space… watching the fig tree grow its leaves, oranges and lemons ripen, hearing birds and sheep and donkeys… it was the way the light danced on the walls through the hand blown glass windows, the terracotta and stone underfoot. I felt safe within its thick stone walls. It held us, it sheltered us. It softened our grief. And in this last year, it welcomed new life, our sweet Rémi. It hasn’t just been a home, but a homecoming… helping us walk closer to ourselves and our path that moves into lightness and joy, laughter and love. On to new beginnings… ✨
