This was a truly beautiful weekend.
[mosquito-bitten feet in cozy slippers]
The first Saturday home as a family in two months.
[my latest read: The Scottish Chiefs]
The first fire in the fireplace.
[apparently not too far into my book.
and just in case these pictures speak “perfect day” let me just say this:
it was a truly beautiful day,
I had literally 5 minutes of time alone Sunday afternoon
in which everyone was napping at the same time
in which I documented it with pictures.
rare things mean picture documentation.
as much as I would like to say it was a3 hour stretch, I can’t say it was.]
A surprise package in the mail from a sister. ♥
Biscotti baking and pumpkin roll baking.
[my mantel-less living mantel, with teetering decor balancing on the edge]
Time change, which gave us an extra hour Sunday morning
[definitely a good thing. Sunday mornings can be rather harried here].
[this picture looks very strange to me.
yes, i’m in the south.
and a fire in the fireplace, thank you.]
Happy little girls who were delighted with have several days with their daddy at home.
[headless child pausing a rare, brief instant to allow me snap a picture of her tights]
Ben’s parents and siblings at home that came for Sunday lunch of a Belizian meal.
Creative little minds who pretend they are making oatmeal on a Monday morning…
[little bed-heads whose mother failed to comb them]
I just want to re-live it again.