it's the little things.
i washed so many dishes today. there were two breakfasts, lunch for five, a pot-full of burned white chocolate, two trays of caramel corn, a big pot of turkey soup, baked potatoes, and i think that's mostly all. i must have washed the strainer four times. and really, i couldn't have been happier.
we spent last week in mexico. it's hard to find words to express appropriate gratitude for a week in the sunshine in the middle of december. particularly a week with family and seven exquisite sunrises (and a single glorious moonrise) and cousins playing together in the sand and cocktails and not having to set the table or clear the table for twenty-one consecutive meals.
we came home to the promise of snow that amounted to nothing. it's cold here, and windy. bitter, really. i stayed inside all day today, and i like it like that.
i like winter vacation. i liked being away, and i like being home. i like that we can lie in bed in the mornings, and eat breakfast whenever we want. i like that lucy can read until she finishes the book at 845, which is way past her bedtime. i like that friends can come over and stay until whenever. i like that i can putter, and call my grandmother, and fold all of the vacation laundry and listen to the kids racing matchbox cars in the living room. i like the kind of tired that can only come from a day spent around the house washing the strainer four times. i like this life of mine.