There are days when the smallest pebble feels like the biggest boulder
There are days when I ponder quite a lot
There are days when my heart is so full I fear it will burst
There are days I wish for 15 more hours in the day
There are days when making espresso takes me more than an hour
There are days I find myself absorbed in the comfort of the binding nature of family and friends
There are days in which I wish to not leave my house
There are days when I play with my little guy from the break of dawn until the sun meets it slumber
I am blessed in all my days
Photos from the "Story of Home" seen in Somerset Home as well as an upcoming class at Zinnia's December 4th.