Today I spent the whole day in the kitchen. Not my favorite thing to do, but the next thing always kept me here. Tomorrow I will rise to a kitchen in order, to sourdough bread in a bag, to roast leftovers in the fridge, and the dutch oven purchased in the heat of summer finally seasoning. It will be a good morning to sit with coffee and the Lord. And even better because we did the next thing together all day long.
Turning the mundane into quiet celebration.
:: snuggled in a chair with littles and poems ::
:: breathing warm cold winter air before the next wave of cold cold winter air ::
:: a walk by myself ::
:: Simon feeding the dog from the table ::
:: the dog lying calmly behind the children during dinner ::
:: toys in baskets ::
:: holes patched ::
:: evening plans ::
:: his insistence on that walk by myself ::
:: spinach smoothies ::