Over the last couple years, this blog has been a primary means for me to share creativity, chat about all things home, and occasionally share a deep insight or two.
In this post, I shared about my history of journaling. Although I haven’t included much journaling content on my blog, it may be working its way in more regularly.
I don’t know what that means or where we will end up, but rather than analyze and ponder it to death, rather than force myself to have a plan and “work the plan”…..
Fireman would be so proud.
I love this guy. This afternoon I went to make myself a latte and you know that little cup that holds the espresso grind? It was still warm. Still warm from when he made his latte a couple hours earlier.
And you know what? It made my heart go pitter-pat. Which tickled me because he wasn’t even home anymore. But something about that warm cup in my hand spoke to Fireman’s very real presence here just moments earlier. His partnering in my life. Our shared love of afternoon lattes. Of his being here with me day in and day out.
Committed to me. Loving me. Telling me I’m beautiful.
And taking my daughter on a Valentine’s Date this very afternoon.
As John Candy would say in Planes, Trains and Automobiles:
Love is not a big enough word.