October 18, 2011
sound: the heat kicking on.
sight: hadley's new closed mouth smile. or her rolling over all by herself.
smell: woodsmoke. i don't love our neighbor's junky backyard, but i will take the smoke smell gladly.
taste: raw apple cider vinegar. proof that grant has taught me something.
feeling: clean sheets and a heavy bedspread in a cold bedroom.*
*disclaimer. must be accompanied by a tall, handsome, warm husband.
blog: family dressed in tweed. monster cookies.
ps. this post was created entirely by my left hand! while nursing!