It's a sleepover life.
It's a 30th birthday dance party life.
It's a cozy life.
It's a field full of flowers life.
It's a cute animal life.
It's a BBQ with friends life.
It's a breakfast with family life.
It's a wonderful, lovely, fun, full of love, miraculous life. And I'm glad it's mine.
It's late--very late, I know--but as promised, here are a few sentences from the writing I've been working on the past few weeks:
Every person in the world has a favorite place. And most times, that favorite place is somewhere grand. I, too, have a favorite place. Even though my favorite place is a humble hill, it is by far the grandest place I've ever known.
Thankful for a wonderful life. For a lovely life. For a life full of love and miracles. Thankful for places to write the words that my soul longs to tell. Thankful for the rainy, cool weather. The best conditions for good, solid writing. Thankful for more hugs and kisses and for more love than I deserve. Thankful for a night well spent on writing.
