just things

So these days, life is happy and I couldn't image a more perfect weekend. My wee one is finally over her days of cold and fevers. I'm learning that there is no worry like a mama's worry. But this weekend I don't think I wiped her nose or took her temperature once. Saturday we spread a big blanket in the back yard, pulled out our big pillows, Sophie's toys, our Harry Potter's and a couple of beers and spent the afternoon in the 80 degree weather. It was perfect. When Sophie got fussy we went inside to nurse and talk and she fell asleep on my chest while I slept and Roy continued his reading. Sunday, waking up in a dreadfully messy house, I declared that THIS WAS THE DAY to take all furniture from the front of the house OUTSIDE to air out. I pulled out my most favorite Christmas present, my yellow, industrial mop bucket, filled it with hot, soapy Murphy's Oil water and mopped our wooden floors. Then, when they were dry, I took off my crocks and marveled in pure glee (and a bit of disgust with myself) at how good they felt on my soles. In taking one of the chairs outside, we further broke the old, already broken screen door so we got a new one that can latch when you close it and can be opened to let in fresh air. So we moved the furniture back in and arranged it just so and now it's so clean and lovely. And that's what I get to go home to. My darling, no-longer-sick little girl, who golly gee I have missed today, my handy, wonderful, brilliant husband, and my clean clean house. Who needs anything more than this?