There's a slowness to winter.
A slowness that we're just now finally enjoying.
Dish soap filled sinks, chairs pulled close, measuring cups overflowing. Crayon peeling moments, smooth bare wax on crisp white paper. Slow Saturday mornings filled with the dailiness of making beds with fresh sheets and breakfast and lunch and dinner dishes.
Hope you're enjoying some winter slow this weekend...
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