This was my day. I sat, I read, I drank some tea. I became part of my chair, wrapped in a blanket, fighting sleep despite the 10 hours I captured last night.
It was a day filled with sweet nothings, and I am grateful for quiet days of replenishment.
And then my sweet children came home, and topped off my day with sweet somethings. Ice cream and sprinkles, completed stories to read, paintings to hang, and the sweetest of somethings, "I love you"s.
A balance of sweet nothings, and sweet somethings to be grateful for.
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