Wednesday, July 9, 2014
After putting the baby down for his nap I walked into the kitchen to continue doing the dishes (housework is a never ending story). All our windows are open to let the breeze flow through the house. There's a storm brewing, I can smell it. I can hear my husband mowing the lawn and as I put our cutlery back in the rightful spot a breeze carries the scent of freshly cut grass. In this moment I feel pure pleasure. This life of mine may be quiet, but I am content with it.