I woke up this morning curled next to David. I don’t even know if he noticed, but I did.
I took Marin to have her school picture taken. It was re-take day; the original picture day was a NIGHTMARE wherein we waited for almost 2 hours during LUNCH/NAP TIME, and in the end Marin refused to even leave my arms. Today? We walked in, no line, she jumped on the stool and smiled so sweetly I almost cried. WIN.
We came home and sorted laundry and she was actually, truly helpful. Also: cheerful, sweet.
The sun is shining through our windows, making the whole house happy. The fall colors are peaking- oranges and reds so vibrant they look fake. The thermometer reads 68 degrees. Cold is coming, but right now delicious warmth remains.
The washing machine is chugging away, the dryer thumping along. I found the box of Halloween decorations. I did a few chores I’ve been dreading, and it feels great to get those monkeys off my back.
Kate and Joan are bringing a friend home after school. I’m making them caramel apples and popcorn and hoping they will think raking leaves is “fun”. (Fingers crossed.)
I’m wearing my favorite worn and hole-y sweatshirt. It’s the one I wore to give tours of a gold mine in back in college.
My big girls don’t have school tomorrow, and I’m so glad. I realized recently that I miss them, now that school has started.
In short, it’s a good day.
Nothing has changed, nothing at all. And yet…