Curly blonde head leaning against my shoulder in the early morning: sleepy child not ready to be awake yet but wanting to be close to mom.
Bach prelude in C on the CD player during breakfast.
The smell of grapefruit dishwashing liquid.
The delight of small children helping wash dishes; the everyday miracle of soap bubbles.
Two-year-old insisting that her big sisters join her in the “Kokey-Pokey.”
Children asking to be read more of the Iliad.
Two-year-old taking an early nap, and a long one.
Blue-and-whites in the fabric stash, and pinks with flowers.
Pink inspiration at As Cozy as Spring, and the feast for the eyes Posie offers every day, and the sweet embroidery sampler in this post at Yarnstorm, and pretty felt ornaments, and slow afternoons to fill with snips and stitches, even if I’m short on talent.
Sausage bean soup in the crock pot.
Tollhouse cookie bars.
Daughters who can make tollhouse cookie bars.
The chime of an IM from Scott.
Reading Mother Goose to a happy little boy.
The wild exuberant cry of a girl whose little plot of cosmos has suddenly become a forest.
Half moon in a blue sky.
Caterpillar stowaway on my windowsill geranium, munching, munching.
Tired children ready for bed, and half a pan of tollhouse cookie bars still on the counter.
Aesop, Shakespeare, Hucklebaby, Ben
Letters from Thailand: the First
OK, So the “Cold” Part No Longer Applies (Here in San Diego), But I AM Still Nursing a Baby, So Hush