Outside my window it is beginning to look and feel like spring. There is sunshine and the squirrels are out.
I am thinking about an essay I’m working on, wondering if the raw part contributes to or detracts from it. So many people are averse to reading things that aren’t all sunshine and light and yet, life isn’t all sunshine and light. I like a bit of reality in my reading. Honesty.
I am thankful for this little family we’ve nurtured and created, for a husband that is loving and supportive.
In the kitchen the breakfast dishes are drying, water is on the stove so I can make a cup of tea, thinking chai sounds lovely.
I am wearing skinny jeans, a long sleeve tee (the gap makes my favorite tee), clogs.
I am going to sit outside for a while this afternoon, maybe begin to tackle that stack of New Yorker issues waiting to be read, but most likely, I’ll watch the kids run about and daydream.
I am wondering how the grands will sound when I call this afternoon. Upbeat? Tired? What I should plant in the window boxes this year. What I will cook for dinner.
I am hoping for a million and one things. All trivial to someone, all big and important to me.
I am looking forward to the two older kids baking cookies this afternoon. They’ve offered, I gladly accepted.
I am learning to make yes my default answer, to lean into hugs with the older kids who are getting too tall (already), that I deserve grace just like everyone else.
Around the house there is controlled chaos. Bookshelves bursting forth. A leak that needs to be patched. A slow drain in the bathroom that keeps getting slower. Thinking about repainting the living room.
I am pondering a spring/summer wardrobe. I desperately need new clothes and really dislike shopping.
A favorite quote for today: “…we are put on Earth a little space / That we might learn to bear the beams of love.” —William Blake
One of my favorite things: Coffee and journaling in the morning. Curling up in a corner of the sofa with a book. A toddler sprawled across me sleeping deeply. The quiet hush of my house at 6:30 am and 11pm.
A few plans for the rest of the week: Grill. Maybe cowboy burgers. Buy the first strawberries of the season at the farmer’s market tomorrow. Work on layout for Issue 6.
A peek into my day: