Tuesday, September 7, 2010

nice to come home.

Early in January, I predicted that this year would be one of the best.

Shortly afterward, I was dying to take that back.

But now? After the summer I've had and the fall I'm beginning, I know that my prediction was right. I come home from work to a beautiful house which is quickly becoming a beautiful home. Or if I don't work that day, I see my friends or draw or go for long, long walks through the city...or I just sit quietly with myself and when my dear love comes home (if he is working that day), we eat dinner and curl up and always tell each other just how much we love one another.

Things are so very, very right.