with raindrops on our heads awakening us at 6:00 a.m after a night of filling our lungs with fresh backyard air. two girls tucked into comfortable warm beds and a cup of tea in a favorite “International Department of Magical Cooperation” mug. searching for good music but the itunes keeps bringing me back to Jack, always Jack, which is just fine. A blog post, a warm blanket around my shoulders. mixing of cookie doughs, chocolate chip and peanut butter because the basics are best. it is a day for graduation celebrations for two girls who could easily have been lost who are college bound. it is a day to be proud and a day to fall into old rhythms with family.
it is a night to return spent with forgotten jam jars. it is a night with a sweet breeze blowing the curtains. it is a night of bated breath, of murmurs of thicken, please thicken as strawberries boil down to what i hope will be jam. girls sleep weary, so tired from another weekend of memories and i sit up late again typing these words so i do not forget how sweet this life is.