Last night I tucked two happy, tired children into bed after a long, hot, dusty day of play. We so much enjoyed our first evening together in our new home. Though we shifted last Friday, we have been fed by team since then so last night was the first night for warm kettle baths in the new shower room and family talk and prayer around the table, and a home cooked meal that EVERYONE loves (roasted chicken, baked potatoes and bitter greens salad). The kids bathed for almost an hour, enjoying tubs and toys and bubbles then dug ravenously into their dinners. I could almost see their souls mending, their hearts healing as their bodies got clean and their tummies full. Up till last night they had been sleeping on simple sheets with a blanket pulled over, but by last night I had gotten their beds truly made in the comfortable “Pierce” way. We had bedtime read-alouds and special hugs and kisses and prayers. It was a a real evening, the real way, for us. I’m so thankful for the ability to nest my family, to house them in a home, not just a dwelling, and to help them feel secure, safe, loved. It’s the best thing I do in my life.