"In the happiest of our childhood memories, our parents were happy, too." -Robert Brault
Isn't it good, when you look back on the past few days, and realize they were happy ones? Isn't it good, when you look at your husband, and feel a rush of love, butterflies in your stomach, after all these years? And isn't it wonderful, when you open your child's bedroom door to sneak a photo of them napping, and find them laying there, awake, quiet, just thinking and being?
Other good things, recently:
The first ripe blackberries, shiny and plump on wild canes.
The first bright goldenrod, sunny splashes against the deep green of august woods.
Homemade peach crumble.
A tiny tower of doughnuts topped with sprinkles and candles to greet my husband on the morning of his 35th birthday.
Rafael drawing and playing on his own for hours.
A date night with my husband...sitting in the train side by side on our way to the city, buying popcorn and candy at the theater, holding hands in the dark.
Early morning walks with my two dogs in the dewy forest.
Bouquets of garden flowers and herbs in old jelly jars.
The first autumn-themed magazines, filled with pumpkins, brown leather boots, and bright leaves.
Rafael sleeping in his room deeply and comfortably, with the dogs crowding him in his little bed. They will have cozy winter nights together.
I hope you are all having happy days. I read your comments and they make my heart smile. Thank you.