A day at home. A day of being a football mum.
A day loving that we now sometimes really do live in the clouds.
Coffee with a new friend. A day of attempting a University science project for a six year old.
A day of rain. A day of small acts of service. A day of tiredness of mess.
A day of spilt milk.
A day of beauty in all of this. By choice.
Oh so grateful. When I listen to this from this blog.
And remember this weekly coming together of gratefulness.
I give thanks.
Much Love Rach xo