Still Mornings at Home

It’s mornings like these, when the house is quiet and it’s still dark outside and the low lamp light is the only thing illuminating the room and I am able to drink my coffee in silence before the hustle and bustle of the day begins, that I am truly grateful that we are able to work from home. And to be able to walk our kids to school. And eat breakfast with my husband at our dining room table. And just be at home.

Because it’s my absolute favorite place in the world. Boxes and papers and clutter and all.