Grateful.

Thank you for these wet summer days.

We get to stay wrapped up in our house like a birthday box-- 

sitting at the table, eating eggs at 2pm and listening to the cd's Violet checked out from the library.  

I am grateful for this day.  I feel like I don't say it enough-- 

--for Tyler who makes oatmeal with raspberries in the morning

--for the healthy happy baby that smells like apricots and cotton.  

--for my work that sits and waits for me in my closet-studio, and I can put it down and pick it up whenever I want.  

-- for my girl that fills this house with curiosity and laughs and arguments that are surprisingly sophisticated.  

I am grateful.