Grateful for faux fur blankets, for books I can’t get enough of, and rain this Sunday. While I did make it out for some grocery shopping, most of the day was spent inside, dressed in cotton head-to-toe, cooking, cleaning, and playing with my love. Days like this tend to make me feel really restless, but today was calmer, sweeter. Turned down the lights, lit a candle, and cooked like it was alchemy. And grateful for these legs of mine, feeling like myself in my own body. No comparison, no “should have’s,” “could haves.” Only love.