The boys have not been feeling very well, and now I'm starting to feel a bit "under the weather". So I got grumpy at work, thank goodness the day was almost over, and once home I find I just wanna curl up, whine a bit, and stare out the window at the rain. I love the rain: not sure why, I just do. But what I love about the picture above is that it's the same view I had outside of our front window before we tore our home down and rebuilt. There's comfort in having my same view, with a prettier home.
Baby planters always make me feel better.
Mark's cowboy boots. His mom gave them to me and I just love them. I think about what a cute and sweet little boy he must have been.