In My Hands

After the wind howled all day & night yesterday it finally began to rain —  it was a relief hearing heavy drops patter against my windows instead of the wind shaking them. I’m not a huge fan of the wind when I’m alone.

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It’s quiet in our house today but I still can’t stop playing this (click text). Roman has a new favorite thing: mauling my head/attempting to eat my hair. I just don’t really care enough today to make him stop. All I ask is that my eyeballs stay intact.

When I saw this little piece of heaven on Pinterest something wonderful happened: My Boxcar Children days flashed right before my eyes. They were my favorite books when I was wee and I always dreamed of being a ‘boxcar-child’. The thought of living off of berries, cream, and stale bread from the local bakery was just perfect to me. It’s amazing how our idea of “perfect” changes as we grow. I’ve always had a special place for exploring, especially in the mountains (The Hatchet was also a favorite of mine)

Who wants to meet me there?

I hope you’re having a delicious Sunday & enjoying the first day of April. There’s just something about a new month that makes me feel like I’ve got the whole world in my hands. I hope you feel the same way, it’s pretty empowering.

All my love, Bee

Ps. We didn’t win the lottery. What the hell dude I thought the chances were good?..

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2 thoughts on “In My Hands

  1. Love April, promises better weather is on the way along with the flowers, and don’t feel too bad, we didn’t win the lottery either. Someone said yesterday they were glad they didn’t win…pffft!… sure lol

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