Today I love this old house and how it has grown to become home to me. I love that, though it is clearly nestled in suburbia and fits in with its surroundings very well, I sometimes get the sense that it is an old farmhouse deep down in its soul. I love the way that it tastes and smells and feels so homey, love the way that the echos in the place sound like my childhood home for some reason. I love that I sometimes feel like my mother might be just around the corner in the kitchen or the living room, even though she has never been here and never will be in real life. I love how easy it is to get up in the morning and step boldly into a new day when I know that I have a a place that isn’t just called home, but actually feels like home. I love that I catch myself thinking, “this old farmhouse” sometimes and we are far from being on a farm. I love that I am well aware that it has little to do with the building, and everything to do with the feeling of belonging in a family, even if that family is small, even if it is just the two of us.
Today I love that I have been curling three times this season already and my league hasn’t even started yet. I love that tonight is our first night. I love that winter Fridays are such fun, from open mic to curling and all the things that we do to get ready for the weekend and finish up the week. I love how Fridays can seem hectic and yet even when I’m overwhelmed with stuff to do, I wouldn’t trade them for any other day. I love that, since I get one of every other day for every Friday I get and that I get another Friday for every seven days I live, I never have to trade. I love all the days, every one of them.
Today I love this slightly warmer day with its determined looking batten of cotton cloud and its lazy, casual sunrise. I love lame science fiction TV shows. I love that we have a list of movies still to watch. I love that there will be more clean clothes by lunch time. I love the warmth of the fireplace as it flickers and dances. I love plans and dreams and I hope I have this many of them for the rest of my life. I love that I’m pretty sure that the two greatest sins when it comes to living a full life are dying with money left in your bank account, and dying without having made plans for the next day, just in case.
Today I love drinking coffee under the cotton clouds and the lazy old sun in this new old farmhouse in the city.