Sitting with The Wonder Sweetie on the screened porch. The smoke from his pipe sweetens the warm, sharper scent of wood burning somewhere nearby--a potpourri of masculinity and autumn and fire. The grainlines of cracks and callouses in his rough, hardworking hands flow and blend into those in the bowl of his pipe and I am meszmerized by the dance of the mist and the blessing of marriage.
He reads a book on leather craft. I am surrounded by papers of dreams and plans for this holiday season. Determined to be a better mom, a better planner, so that my babies--now grown and tall--might have a whole season of twinkling, lighted excitement.
It is a splendid, blessed way to spend a free morning <3
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