We watched cartoons as the smell of food being sauteed and fried came wafting in the living room. My stomach rumbled in anticipation of the meal that was about to be shared.
After each dish was set on the table, I couldn’t help but think, oh my goodness, that’s my favorite. No, that’s my favorite. And so is that.
Don’t know what I’d do without these guys
A cool, almost chilly, breeze came in through our window, giving me another reason to want to stay in bed all day long. The first reason being our super comfortable Star Wars bed sheets.*
Five more minutes and then I’ll get up.
Okay, maybe fifteen.
I shuffle down the hallway and see my older daughter working on a project at the dining table. She doesn’t want breakfast yet, just a snack.
Open the fridge, grab her some food and pour her a glass of water.
Huh. That’s the sound my phone makes when there’s a flash flood warning. I check the screen and a wave of terror washes over me.
The holidays came and went. I ate. I watched
Elf. I adulted. My husband got me this. He gets me.
My family and I watched
Star Wars: The Last Jedi. Was it perfect? No. But I really enjoyed it. The visuals left me in complete awe. And I left the theater feeling so many different things. I want to watch it again.