Just a moment... Just a night... A regular night but I'm nostalgic for it already. Shrimp curry mostly gone on the stove top, the rest of it comfortably settled into two little voracious bellies (and one decent sized one), filling the house with the scent of ginger, lime, garlic, making me fuller even after the dishes are done. Joni Mitchell's "Blue" on loop, the fire finally, finally roaring after days of tinkering and toiling, swearing and nearly crying because it just wouldn't get warm in here. Tessa writing in her journal unfamiliar words she's finding in "Charlotte's Web", Thatcher sniffling in a wing back arm chair, feet dangling looking through his books from back to front. Jason on his way home from a different world, weary and worn from a life I know little to nothing about. Percy scratching to come in, go out and tease the neighbor dogs with her freedom, come in again satisfied. Leftover Halloween candy brownies waiting to be devoured, resting on the counter. The tree lit, Christmas covering every wall of the house. Stockings hanging in the window, greenery sprays decorating the interior doors, felt stars hanging in the window, my sewing machine out on the floor along with unwrapped presents, paper, ribbon.... The house is a mess in exception for this night. The dogs sound chaotic every moment besides this one where their deep barks and the kids sudden cries of frustration and Joni's "California" are harmonizing.
Life is life. It is richer with every complicated day. With the long hours and the quick holidays. The preparing, preparing, preparing... for tomorrow. This life we're living... we're living.
