A perfect day

I am tired.

It's late.

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. 

Next time:

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.