Is it really Friday again?! Already?
Hearing: The rhythm of the dryer and spray of the washing machine. Melancholy music. A ticking clock above my desk.
Seeing: Lucy smiles. Baby bed head. And now, her little face relaxed in jaw-dropping sleep. Oh, those eyelashes!
Smelling: Cinnamon. Rice puffs. The last of the fall's hoarding of Delicata squash baked and scooped in tiny spoonfuls onto the table (Lucy's breakfast).
Tasting: Cinnamon toast. Happiness tea.
Feeling: Smooth, chubby baby arms. The warmth of a baby napping on my chest (Thank goodness for the Ergo Baby! Best baby investment by a million miles!).