. rainy day. the house is glowing warm on the inside, as if it were a blustery autumn day outside. wind howling past the windows and making the letterbox fluttery in the wind, with loud clinking noises as it’s mouth opens to speak.
. naked toddler, drawing with markers on the white board, on the floor boards, on the belly and toes. (day two)
. a pot on the stove, chopping vegetables up for soup. bubbling over
. little naked thing signing ‘more’ and ‘eat’. a spoonful of peanut butter.
. a dream, so clear- whispering and spelling out the name of my future daughter…
. craving for a bit of mindless crafting, perhaps i’ll do a little embroidery while the babe naps. i know i should be painting.. but i just can’t bring myself to try to force watercolours that will not be tamed.
. bugs discovered in that beautiful soup just as i was going to take a bite.. must have been hiding among the broccoli.. damn it.
. lashing rain on the windows, tucking claire in to nap with her papa.. my heart.















