1. I looked up content versus happy. Happy, by definition, seems to be a state wherein all your wants and needs are met. Contentment, on the other hand, comes about when you may not have everything you want, but have everything you need and are no longer disturbed by desires of more.
2. I sat in our freshly swept courtyard today, after having slept in and awoken to a sweet six-year-old's arm draped across my chest, after having witnessed my 17-year-old doing a happy dance in my bedroom doorway, after greeting my 13-year-old in his room and finding he'd neatly made his bed, after kissing my husband good morning as he was in the middle of washing our daughter's car in the front yard, and … I realized I am content. I am happy. How lucky am I to have both.
3. I want floor cushions for the courtyard, I think. And a low coffee table. A tray of candles. I want this space to be the space we step out barefoot and feel embraced.
4. Music. The curating of perfect playlists. The way one sets a mood by simply pressing Play.
5. Beef carnitas and salsa fresca.
6. "Are those gladiator sandals?" he asks. I laugh because they sort of are and sort of not what I would normally wear, but I feel like my wardrobe needs to grow up a little.
7. Tattoos have a way of teaching you the beauty that can be found in pain and the art of being patient.
I am certain I need at least two more.
8. The peeling stage is still gross, though.
9. The part of my kettle that moves the cap that whistles melted. Shouldn't these parts, all the parts, be heat proof?
10. No coffee for the last week. I miss the scent, but not much else.