The heavy, earthly smell of a good farm dog, laced with sweat from the day's work.
The sweet, crisp morning air etched in a glimmering fog.
The checking off of chores from the to-do list, making way for puzzles, long walks, and sticky baby fingers.
The warmth and protection of his hand on my back as he leads me into a room.
The smell of homemade bread and the promise of full bellies.
The blessing of work and the provision it provides.
The thing called family, a piece of Heaven on Earth.
2 comments:
love this peaceful post, I love being able to put things aside and make time to kiss "sticky baby fingers" haha.
Love the feeling I get when I visit your place here...
You fill me up!
Yes, we can be grateful, can't we? Even when it all seems so mundane, it really is wondrous, isn't it?
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