Momeni Lil Mo Whimsy Home Sweet Home Area Rug

I rolled this rug out in the center of my foyer, watching the colors unravel from a bundle of mystery into a reflection of my own home. I remembered my toes in the sand, barely brushed upon by gentle waves on the California coast, and a moment of stillness. I looked down at the water to see a perfectly cast reflection of me and my husband, who was there next two me, in the water. I could see the blue of his eyes, the callous of his hands, and both of our smiles. I could see how my body had changed over the years -- I wasn't a teenage girl, full of curiosity and excitement anymore, I was a 40 year old woman with the stretch marks, wrinkles, and wide hips to show it. I grinned widely at the sight of my imperfections and marks of age. They were perfect tattoos of my beautiful life: one of hardship, surprise, passion, and love. I looked down again at the rug I'd just rolled out. It's bottom edge perfectly touched the front wall of my house. As my reflection momentarily looked back at me in the water, this rug mirrored my house as if it were made solely of sunlight bouncing off of water. But this reflection was not effervescent like that of me in the water. No, it was more stable than my ever changing house - a reminder that warmth, love, and compassion remain embedded in the house's body -- and into my soul -- despite the change that inevitably marks our lives.