Wednesday, February 13, 2013
I decided this morning that sitting out on our rusty old tool box in the garden next to my husband,
with our dirt encrusted hands, muddy boots and old jeans on, listening to the birds, admiring our garden and enjoying each others company, is about the most perfect moment in time for me. I don't need a date to a fancy restaurant, I need more of this together time, where we just savor each moment we have together, so in love and so blessed beyond words
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...