makes me happy.
The two mornings a week that Byrdie goes to pre-school for a couple hours usually boils down to an hour and a half of time for me to get stuff done around the house. Putting away toys, cleaning up the kitchen, preparing meals, and on really good days, I squeeze in a little bit of yoga.
Not this morning. Upon my return I noticed a magazine had been delivered and there was a warm cup of coffee in my hand, the fireplace was on and I had a great view of the morning snow storm from our breakfast bar.
So I sat down, and watched, and read, and sipped. It was 30 minutes of my own Aruba vacation.
Then, à la plastic bag scene in American Beauty , this happy face beach ball that never got put away for the winter started to dance above our pool.
It was mesmerizing.
And made me grateful that I have toys to pick up, a house to clean, a body to stretch, and meals to prep... for people I love.