Around here, the lattes are perfect. There are projects and plans and dinner guests. Around here, rooms are getting organized and once abandoned drawers are emptied. There is no longer a treadmill in my bedroom. That makes me happy.
Around here, there are talks of ponies and princesses and things I don’t understand. The pictures are drawn with pencils. They are sometimes put away.
Around here, there’s a new bread book waiting to be read and tried and bookmarked. There are granola bars to be made. Eggs to hard boil.
Around here, early bedtimes are appreciated. Beds are warm. The thankfulness is big.