Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose 

Is it strange that domesticity can sometimes bring me so much joy?

Here I am – home after a long week of traveling and taking off again at 6am tomorrow – dinner is in the oven, wine in hand, a wonderful weekend has been had by all including worn-out puppy, and I’m folding towels, and I’m just happy. 

Is that strange? That a distinct happiness hit me while folding towels? 

I hate this expression, but my heart is just so full. Life is busy and chaotic, but these Sunday night moments are my favorite. 

Though I may leave again in the morning, tonight I count my blessings and am so very thankful to be home and to be here. 

                              xo xo

PS – Alabama Shakes is also currently playing on the record player. Favorite song: This Feeling

Enjoy: https://g.co/kgs/t3nWkG