I am tired.
The house is quiet.
I'm just now resting.
I have a nice hot cup of coco cupped in my hands.
Not plain, but with a smallish scoop of ice cream
and Peppermint Schnapps.
I was out of the preferred Baileys.
I think about my day and I am satisfied.
Up early for a city venture to help my Girl.
I clean. She unpacks. We talk.
We walk about the city
and see it's beauty.
Back at the lonely, nearly vacant abode,
I help. I love.
It is no longer home.
Upon returning to my own abode,
I clean. I comfort. I help. I drive.
I rearranged Oldest son's room.
It finally feels homey.
I fold laundry. Arrange some flowers on my table.
Cozy up on the couch.
Listen to the stories of the missed day.
Goodnight kisses & prayers.
Yes. I am tired. But it is a good tired.
Tired from loving.
Tired from serving.
Tired from being a mom.
I am happy.
It is simple, but it is just what I do and I love it.
It was a perfect day.
Here are some of today's pictures.
Pictures of the beautiful new world of my Girl and her Love.
I love this picture...except for the King Kong of all dust bunnies:
A beautiful stack of thrifted vintage fabrics - is that not a piece of art?
Just sitting there, not sewn into anything at all.
twenty-three. the simple fulfillment of being a mom.
twenty-four. a new city with its many and beautiful places to explore.
twenty-five. an apartment I can drive to in a city I said I would never drive to. I'm a country girl. But now I'm going to have to be a country girl that drives to the city.