little, wet eyes, looking at me from the sudsy tub. and i think, 'how can those be real? they are so stinkin beautiful?'
a husband who has been busy with so much good. and i miss him.
how thankful i am for our little backyard hammock. so many sweet memories and idyllic moments.
my great-great-aunt's molasses cookies. had to have them tonight. so i just now ate a spoonful of dough. cookies will come tomorrow. how fabulous are heritage recipes? the romantic connection to the women before me.
my tomorrow- afternoon coffee with friends to talk about ann's book. looking forward to pouring it out together and trying to fit it back in.
and i think that's it. no photos or anything. just haven't gotten to fit anything together today. you know the day i'm talking about. those days.