Yesterday was one of those perfectly lovely days when I especially enjoy being a keeper of our little home. I felt rested and energetic, and as soon as my husband walked out of the door, I rolled up my sleeves and started working. A bit of everything: washing dishes and cleaning and simply tidying up; some re-arranging of our refrigerator, some paperwork and phone calls.
In the afternoon, when tiredness started taking over again after a few busy hours, I popped my legs up for half an hour and indulged in some sweet cherries, savoring the pleasure of working with my own schedule, at my own pace, and being able to rest whenever I need it, at whatever position I feel most comfortable in; and the joy of working in my home, doing useful and beautiful things for both of us.
I take special pleasure in the freedom to dream, and think, and truly, deeply take in the lovely things that surround me, the riches of a day that will never come again. Later I enjoy sharing with my husband, so happy for the possibility to be calm and refreshed when he arrives.
When I felt properly rested, I slowly got up and made potato salad following my mother's rich and yummy recipe, for my hungry husband to consume when he comes home.
In the evening, while waiting for my sweetheart to come home, I had time to do some knitting. Wonderful, quiet and soothing music made my work even sweeter.
That was my day; I hope yours was equally lovely. Thank you for sharing in mine.