Ahhhhh…quiet on the homefront…on a pristine homefront, at that. The chicken is in the pot, the incense and candles are making everything smell yummy, and I am at peace. I think I have taken peace for granted A LOT. There is something to be said for quiet afternoons with just me and my girls.
I’m a little bummed today, however. My dad died 15 years ago today…and I still miss him every day. I thought about going to the cemetary today to have a little talk with him, but that would tear my heart into a hundred pieces. So, I thanked my maker for the time I had with him, for his innate ability to restore my faith in humankind when all evidence pointed to the contrary, and for his jovial persona, sharp wit, and lovely spirit. He was one of a kind.
I took some more pictures today. The kitchen…I love the fact that I finally have enough cabinets and I love the hardwood floor though the girls complain that it is cold. Sandy Claws may have to bring them some warm slippers.
Peace to all.
