Our home was built in 1986. I love our home but as my friends and family all know there is one room I am not to thrilled about-our upstairs bathroom. I call it our blue bathroom. All of the fixtures, sink, toilet, and tub are powder blue. The tub is an insert and could never be described as luxurious garden tub. I know at the time my home was built this was probably a luxury. I often complain about it to one of my best friends Morgan. I know she’s probably tired of hearing about this bathroom.

This week, I traveled to Mobile for work. I ended up staying an extra day due to the snow and ice (unusual weather we are having in Alabama lately). I was thankful Will, my husband, could be with me. I was glad to get home tonight. I of course missed William Michael, family, and fur baby Polly, but I missed something I didn’t think I would-that old blue bathtub. I was excited about the thought of bathing my son and soaking after he goes to bed.

That old bathtub reminded me of what home means. Yes, it’s nice to have a house with rooms full of your favorite furniture and art but in the end, home is really the place you can truly relax and unwind. It’s a place to spend time with loved ones and just be. I am thankful for that old bathtub. It’s full of sounds of childhood bubble baths and splashing, as well as, sighs of relief. One day, I’m sure we will replace that old blue bathtub and in a weird way, I will miss it. William Michael will probably be older and there will be no more toys in the tub. So until then, I think I’ll stop complaining about that old blue bathtub, and instead make another bubble bath for William Michael and later when he’s gone to bed take another soak.

The old blue bathtub – on any night, you might find a new toy and sometimes it’s one that doesn’t necessarily go in a bathtub. 🙂