๐ง๏ธ๐ฒ The poems about the wind singing around the corners of the house only truly made sense to me after moving to the West Coast.
Today is one of those proper winter daysโฆ cold, rainy, and with the wind wrapping herself around the corners of the house, singing her familiar song. ๐ฌ๏ธ๐ก
And somehow, it made me miss the days when my home was filled with kiddie laughter. Not in a sad way at all, but in a deeply grateful way. โค๏ธ
In my mother-in-law's house, you only got pancakes on a Sunday if it was raining. ๐ฅโ It was one of those little traditions that made rainy days feel extra special. I love her to bits for those precious memories. โค๏ธ
In our home, days like today meant the kids could drag their mattresses into the living room and make a giant "Christmas bed." ๐๐๏ธ We'd pile on the blankets, snuggle up, watch movies all day, and just enjoy being together. ๐บ๐ฟ
Today, the house is quiet.
Only Ash is softly snoring beside me. ๐ถ๐ค
The slow cooker is gently bubbling away with vegetable soup. ๐ฒ And soon, I'll be climbing into my warm bed with a movie and letting the rain and wind do their thing outside. ๐โจ
Funny how winter days have a way of wrapping us up not only in blankets but also in memories. ๐คโค๏ธ
๐๐จ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐, ๐๐... ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐, ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐? โโ๏ธ
๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐๐๐ฒ? ๐'๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ. ๐ฟ๐ฆโค๏ธ