Last night, my husband and I decided to have several hours of "no technology" time.
We did not watch a movie or kill time staring into our computer screens. We did not make phone calls or text our friends. We did not even play classical music for background noise.
At one point, I moseyed into our kitchen to mix up two tall glasses of strawberry-limeade, a pleasant reward from last year's canning efforts. The sweet crimson tanginess of liquid poured over ice offered us a sublime sense of hope for the warmer seasons to come.
It was an evening well spent, full of tranquil surroundings and calmness of mind. That is what home should be.