Kitchen yoga
For sleeping in until 8. D got up on her own and didn’t wake me. I woke up in bed, alone, on a day off. Glorious.
For an easy morning. Made D blueberry waffles for breakfast while I enjoyed my cup(s) of coffee. Nowhere to be. Nothing to do. Light social plans, still hours away. It was nothing and everything.
For a perfectly cozy Saturday. We invited ourselves over to my sister’s house. We showed up in sweatpants. I brought my book. My husband and BIL watched a football game. The cousins did their own thing. We all played a few rounds of Taco, Cat, Goat, Cheese, Pizza. We had polenta and short ribs for dinner. I drank a Calm Moment.
For our first social gathering, outside of family, in over 3 years. It was so nourishing for the soul! To welcome new friends into our home. To talk and laugh with people who don’t live with us. To see the kids all navigate sharing and playing and taking turns. To eat takeout pizza and homemade cupcakes. To be alive.
For feeling at peace. Grateful for the weekend that’s passed and welcoming of the week ahead. My dog walks into the kitchen to see what I’m doing. I sit down on the floor of the kitchen to pet her. She walks away and I stretch my back and legs while I wait for my my last cup of tea to steep. Yoga in the kitchen. Gratitude in my heart.
