RIGHT now, in this moment, I am walking around my house smiling.
It’s November 1st, and our front door is wide open. My Little Bit is rattling the piano keys. The dog is panting. The cats are sleeping.
I stepped outside and found that the wind is in a duet with some bird who seems to be as happy in this day as I am.
Leftover ghosts, sway in the yard. Party signs still lead the way to Sunday’s fun afternoon we had here with friends.
That day the house was filled with kids and costumes. With laughter and noses wet from bobbing for apples.
The kids ran about and there was a barefoot baby on my wood floors. Is there anything better?
Today is filled with thoughts of Sunday, Little Bit’s songs, a table of leftover crafts, and sun that is streaming in all of our beautiful windows.
I love every single one of our every-single-days. And today, I’m finding myself pretty much in love with THIS day.