This in-between week, the days of motivation yet little expectation both at home and work, a deeply burrowed season tucked precisely between Christmas and New Years, is magic. Though dusty, our home feels cozy, lived in, and warm. The teetering 'to do' piles threaten to topple off my ironing board yet feel inspirational rather than burdensome. We gracefully pick up this clutter, shooing it from one surface to the next, clearing a spot to cuddle, to whisper, to enjoy this fleeting schedule allowing us to be home together for a short time.
The push of our days will return next Tuesday when I bundle for work in the morning. Until then, I'm enjoying the sanctity of our home, our relationship, and our shared evenings.
Next Tuesday, I'll clean off the dining room table.
|our dining room table in all its glory.|