Diary Day

Early Sunday morning around 4am and i lay  awake in bed at the beach cottage.....I can hear the sea......waves are crashing on the shore.......i open my eyes....it is so cold...i hurry out of bed and pile some kindle wood onto the dying embers in the fireplace...if i'm quick i can save it and i will have flames crackling and the room will be filled with soft yellow light again....its the third time i have jumped out of bed tonight to put coal and logs on the fire.......its our only heat in the beach cottage and it is cold outside.....

I hurry into the kitchen and make tea.......when i return flames are flickering in the grate....i light candles and sit down with the book 'Hers' and start to read.......i would read books over the years and watch films with this scenario but today it was me...i was the girl by the fire wrapped in a blanket with tea and candle light...... no appliances or furniture just me and my love and a few things on the mantle piece.......we are living the old ways when we are here and i think how  it could stay this way.........

A thick frost covers the crumbly old beach cottage roof outside.......but inside i am safe and warm...i think of my son back home asleep,my mother,our dogs...they seem so far away with their modern life almost like they are in another time..i think of the ways i love them as the flames flicker and the coals  glow........

 

As i warm my toes by the fire my mind wanders to my thoughts and then i am back to the book....i think of making  linen slipcovers for chairs when i return home and how they would look when i bring them here..i mean home to the beach cottage.......i study the lessons the book is teaching me as the fire crackles and the waves crash to shore....my toes are warm and so is my heart......

I look over at Steve sleeping soundly he has worked so hard  building our dream...i see our air bed on two layers of wall insulation...stuffed with hot water bottles and it makes me smile our home made bed...i am happy and content....we have jumped in this bed after working hard all day early on an evening to be warm and we have laughed and talked for hours about the beach cottage and our life back home.....nothing disturbs us here....we can just be.....a girl.....a boy........ and a dream......... 

All too soon i am on the last page and i sit back with one thought in my head,on page 194 a qoute by Joyce Maynard "A good home must be made,not bought".........'home' i think how i am 'home'...this is our 'home'.........we are making a 'home'..........

I am grateful to have a 'home' and for the ways it is teaching me what is important in life.....on weekends at the beach cottage we have nothing and yet we have seem to have everything............

What would you write in your diary?

The End XxX