The grapevine wreath, wrapped again with another layer, and decorated with lights and little fun things from a local thrift, is perfect.
Strings of wooden beads. Little of this. Little of that.
I am so happy. I am home. My life from the first time a baby was put into my arms until about one year ago was hard. I won’t say there were not joys. There were immense joys! I loved the wonder of my babies. I loved teaching them good and right things. But it was hard. That’s all I can say. But now. I am home. It’s like sinking in a feather bed, unburdened, after years of carrying a heavy load. I can hardly explain it. There are no words.
Two recently thrifted outfits.
Enjoy this day.