I was home today, on a Monday, for the first time in a very long while.
I made my girl breakfast and a cut lunch for her first day back at school.
As I kissed her goodbye, we tried to recall the last time I was home to do this.
We couldn't.
After she left, I cleaned up, harvested some tomatoes and thyme, and then prepped them for a slow roast.
It doesn't matter that they take 4 hours to cook, because
I'm
not
going
anywhere.
A 2 hour yoga session and coffee in the garden later,
and I'm as content as it's possible to be.
This.
Is living.
