This past week has been rhythmic in a very new way. Each day looked the same, but yet very different.
After I read through the stack of school books piled higher than I would wish, take a few tests, speak in Gaelic, eat some way leftover hors doeuvres, and write some letters, I walk up the stairs with a very happy feeling of momentary bliss. After the chores of the day- so to speak- are checked off the list, it is time to get done the things that are fun, but necessary. I spend the remainder of my day in the craft room, listening to books and watching old Dick Van Dyke shows while making many a gift for this holiday season. It isn't really easy to express the little happies that make your day worth it, but you all know the little thrills I am talking about. The smell of the Christmas tree, drinking hot coco and reading a book, singing and dancing. Life is worth it!
This was my little week.