after christmas every year i inevitably begin to feel the closeness of the weather induced psuedo hibernation that comes around in the dead of winter...ie January in minnesota, start to kick in. but this year there has been somthing more. in the midst of what will surely go down in the annals of "our story" as one of the most trying debacles we have ever faced, i have discovered a certain kind of love for our little house...all warm within & cozy looking, inviting you to come in & be enveloped...with all the hot tea, comfy spots & snarky comments that make it not only a house but a home. full every day of this colorful, chaotic wonderful blunder of things that we find ourselves wading though to get to the good stuff...to the laughter around the supper table...to the boredom SO unbearable that the 15 year old daughter is reduced to hanging out with her parents just to survive (oh! *the humanity!!!!*)...to the boy starting to talk & his papa getting to be here every day to see it....to, you know? just all the lovely parts! i am in love with this dysfunctional house & this dysfunctional life...so, my new years resolution this year is to hold that thought.
all year!
happy january :)
*oh and those cars...all lined up OCD fashion on the back of the sofa? lars did it. lol
1 comment:
funny you should post this, I was just reviewing Christmas 1985, our first year in the cabin in Alaska, I wouldn't trade it for the tajmahal. We see sooo much more looking back. I'm glad you have learned to look back right away
Post a Comment