It’s so easy to get in a mind sight of the “perfect picture”. Of a flower covered meadow, or a quaint park bench and an expensive outfit. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course. But the every-day-doing-nothing-hanging-out-at-home… There’s such beauty there. Bare feet and bare tummy. Tousled hair. Soft cheeks and chubby dimpled little hands. Sublime.
Home.
It’s my absolute favorite.