Monday, January 19, 2015

the choices we make

It’s quiet and warm in here.  

The floors are covered in rich thick wood with darker shades of uneven grain.  The walls are soft and creamy.  

Someone took care in choosing the furniture and positioning the accessories.  The black and white picture of the boat resting on the edge of a lake is my favorite.  It hangs above a small black chest with a bowed front and curved legs that look like they might begin dancing at any moment.  The color of the five little candles lining the buffet table is lovely too.  It reminds me of the ocean.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Sunday, January 4, 2015

saying our goodbyes

The sun through the breakfast room window warmed everything but my toes.  
They are perpetually cold.  
It was a tease because I new that the January air on the other side of the glass I was propped up against was chilling.  I had to squint to see through the sun’s rays and through the overgrown oak tree to where they were jumping on the trampoline.  They giggled and ran and skipped and fell down flat on their backs grinning at the sky.  
At six years old it is already important to her.
It's important to me too.