I have not had the brain space to write lately, so I'll borrow this idea again.
Outside my window: Coral-tipped mountains in the morning sunlight.
I am thinking: About how I can renew my enthusiasm in my job and whether or not I embarrassed myself in choir auditions yesterday.
I am thankful for: My caring mother and loving father.
From the kitchen: Leftovers of my grandmother's artichoke dip I brought to an ornament exchange party.
I am wearing: A faded green "Ireland Rugby" T-shirt I bought at Target but like to pretend has some more romantic heritage, like when I went to Ireland that one time...
I am reading: Anne of Green Gables
I am hoping: For my husband
I am hearing: The deep, contented breath of Mike sleeping next to me.
I am creating: Holiday memories in my first home.
Around the house: There are presents underfoot, the smell of our white pine, and Christmas cards that domino onto the floor when I inevitably knock one over on the kitchen table.
One of my favorite things: Saturday mornings, the breath of my husband next to me, a whole day stretching blank before me.
A Few Plans for the Rest of the Week: My wonderful mother's birthday on Sunday. Two distracted days of work and a potluck for which I will most likely sell out and buy a pie. Monday night at home with Mike to pack and celebrate our Christmas together in our first house. Sterling for Christmas with the Vans and 8 little chillins. Saturday in Denver to see my Grandmother and celebrate Mike's big Two Eight.