Our Life (Together) Is So Precious (Together)

November 30, 2009 @ 8:54 am | Filed under: Family

A few happinesses for a Monday morning…

Alice is back!

Lesley’s new calendar is in her shop.

This piping hot cup of cawpy I am sipping. (That’s hot cocoa to those of you without a Wonderboy.)

Candles on my kitchen table.

Small folk in footie pajamas.

Shower gel that smells like fresh oranges.

That bunch of My Folklore fat quarters I bought eons ago and recently rediscovered.

Potato-soup-with-ham in the fridge for tonight’s supper.

Goldfinches perching on the spires of that basil plant I let go to seed.

Chubby baby feet sticking out of the dollhouse. (Again.)

John Lennon’s “Starting Over” on iTunes and a dance in the hall with my husband, while kids at the breakfast table put empty cereal boxes on their heads for no particular reason except that they’re there.

’Cause when I see you, darlin’,
It’s like we both are falling
in love again…


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  1. You are so cute.

    And, yes! Alice is posting! I very nearly fell off my chair in glee.

  2. sweet 🙂

  3. Awww. Too cute. Any pics of the baby feet? I always loved that stage, where they got into more places than they could get out of. So want to share the name of the orange shower gel and the recipe for the potato-soup-with-ham?

  4. Hooray that Alice is back! (and FYI– both of your links go to Lesley’s calendar page… and what a lovely calendar it is!)

    Wishing you a blessed start to Advent!

  5. Best. Song. Ever. That part where the drums come in near the end . . . gets me evry time, crying like a baby. Wishing you many more impromptu dances!