Wow. November. How? Whatever.

Guys, I didn’t actually fall over the edge of the world. Only because there’s no known edge. Were there an edge, I might have fallen. (I’ve decided not to commit to a daily list of grateful thingies this year, because I can’t be bothered to commit to anything non-requisite. You get me?)

Instead I’ve fallen into a routine, or something. I tap away at the littles that have to be tapped every day. I grasp at swiftly turing calendar pages. And I determine (again) (all the time, every day) to notice when I’m having fun. When I’m enjoying moments. When I have my whole little family right here inside my reach. When I’m peaceful and grateful.

Here’s when: I’m happy when we’re together. I’m peaceful on Sunday afternoons, to be precise. I’m having fun when I hear the laughing and see the giddy tears that come when we stay up too late giggling about some manner of cuteness. I’m enjoying the moments that fill the days and nights and afternoons.

And I think the happy and the peace and the giddy all blend together to fill up the days and nights and afternoons, and they maybe don’t leave a lot of time for blogging and for phone calling and for visiting. But there’s time for what goes on right here, in this little nest, almost every day. And for that, even though I don’t say it aloud and online, I’m supremely grateful.