It's Friday and I'm home, where evergreen trees line the horizon, snow-capped mountains stand guard in every direction, and the icy air smells like Christmas. Yahoo!!
Here are a few things I love about being home:
1. My bed. Technically it's not the bed I grew up sleeping in, but it's in my old room and it's got a thick, fluffy pillow top and flannel sheets. If I could eat, work, converse, and play the piano in bed, I would. I'm currently trying to figure out how I can smuggle it back to California where I will put it in my office at work.
2. Little brothers. They are the funniest. I've laughed more in two days than I have all year. I am an endorphin-saturated gal.
3. Plastic grocery bags. They make the best shower caps.
4. Early morning dance parties. In our sweats, with tummies full of breakfast, and really bad dance moves. Okay okay, the boys had some wicked moves. I, on the other hand, was the awkward string bean dancer.
Geeet it, little Brothers.
5. Mom's homemade soup. Nothin' like it. I could eat it for every meal.
6. Hot chocolate. After almost a year of trying to develop a taste for herbal tea, I recently found a dairy-free, refined sugar-free recipe for hot chocolate. My life is complete.
7. A real Christmas tree. The whole house smells of pine.
8. Twinkle lights. When we were kids the whole family would gather by the twinkling Christmas tree before bed. My dad would make up stories about little fairies that pretended to be twinkle lights during the day but flew away and had marvelous Christmas adventures when all the humans were asleep. It's one of my favorite childhood memories.
9. The piano. Oh how I've missed having one this last year and a half.
10. Slumber parties out by the Christmas tree with little Sister and childhood friends. Best. Weekend. Ever.
I hope your week has also been full and merry!