on coziness
Our new home felt much more grown up and sophisticated, but also much less like a place I could relax and unwind in the warmth and coziness I’d grown accustomed to.
Our new home felt much more grown up and sophisticated, but also much less like a place I could relax and unwind in the warmth and coziness I’d grown accustomed to.
We’ve all heard the phrase The highway to hell is paved with good intentions, but let’s not wash it with sorry tears.
It’s in the baking of a cake for a celebration or the offering of a meal to someone in grieving that we show up for one another, support each other, and show people we care.
Your life looks like so much fun, the message began. I’ve been following you for a while and I’m so jealous! I wish my life was like yours.
My heart breaks as I’m biting my tongue to try to not to rush to F’s defence; letting him cry it out when he’s done wrong and had to be disciplined; watching him try to fix things for himself.