Friday, March 4, 2011
:: The sidewalks are wet, but we are dry in spite of a drizzly walk.
:: A picture has been delivered to friends and a collection of leaves found along the path home.
:: One snuggles close, drowsy from sleep, while another creates a picture of a far away place as her father drives home.
:: Pumpkin bread crumbs peek out from under drawing paper and leaves litter the closet floor.
:: My hands smell of fresh pizza dough rising on the counter.
:: My lids are heavy from the events of the week; my head is focused on (and hopeful that rain won't hinder) weekend events to come; and my heart is filled with gratitude for this warm house, the ones who bring joy by crossing its threshold, and the calm of this moment as the day creeps to its edge.