I’ve learned that peace doesn’t always mean quiet. Sometimes it’s laughter in the living room, tiny hands reaching for hugs, or that moment after bedtime when the house finally exhales. Home feels like peace when we stop chasing perfect and start choosing presence.
I’ve learned that peace doesn’t always mean quiet. Sometimes it’s laughter in the living room, tiny hands reaching for hugs, or that moment after bedtime when the house finally exhales. Home feels like peace when we stop chasing perfect and start choosing presence.