I loved having her home today. It made my heart happy.
We lay on the bed together, face to face snuggled and sharing my reading spot blankie between the two of us. Her eyes, her voice filled with happiness, telling me all the joys, the opportunities, the exciting happenings of college life.
We watched a bit of Cranford together. Then decided that a snooze was beckoning us both.
How she couldn't get over these snowy, majestic mountains that surround this valley. This beauty that is sometimes taken for granted. Yet knowing and remembering how lost and vulnerable I feel without their grounding presence.
So nice to have everyone home, gathering around the table for dinner. The Superbowl has never been a draw for our family. Just your quiet, typical Sunday.
Which I like.