After the dreadfully hot summer we had, which included many, many weeks of 100+ temps, even getting to 114 one day, I'm really enjoying this mild November day. Here it is, the 14th, and the house is opened up because it's going to be close to 80 degrees today.
A breeze is blowing through the windows. And the autumn leaves are fluttering to the ground.
And there's lunch on the stove. . . and I got to sit at the little kitchen table in my little kitchen with my husband.
And enjoy lunch together.
In the midst of preparing a hot lunch, I was rearranging furniture and rooms.
And doing laundry.
And the cat wanted to go out.
And I was overcome with joy at the very thought of how perfect my life is.
Of course it is dotted with sorrows and disappointments, but all in all, I live a blessed life and I started humming "Our House". Do you remember it? Hubby and I sang it to each other when it came out in 1970.
And we're still singing it.
It's even more true today than way back then.
And remember - the song isn't about the house.
It's about the home.
Go take a listen. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mst5ln5AAqI
