It's Friday... time to share another simple thing from my home that makes me happy. Something I enjoy. And treasure. And love. And desire. And... you get the point.
Maybe I should say "our bed" since I am, in fact, married. But the truth is: it's my bed. My husband gets a slice of the bed as an invited guest. Seriously, that's how much I love my bed and how lousy I am at the whole serve and submit thing.
Our family just got back from a week in NJ and PA. My mom-in-law was gracious enough to give up her three bedrooms to best accomodate us. But, despite her kind generosity, I can, with full confidence, say that 6'5" and 5'9" do not belong in a full size bed. I repeat: do not belong in a full size bed.
My bed is my favorite place in our whole home. When I need a good cry, that's where you'll find me. When I'm cold and want to get cozy, forget sitting in front of the fireplace or nestling up on the couch with tea... I'm already buried in my bed. When I'm pregnant, Grady suggests I just burrow under the covers and stay there until D(elivery)-Day.
I've been home for a couple of days - long enough to get reacquainted with my inanimate best friend - and I'm already packing for another trip and another bed. This time I'll have a queen size bed... but I'll be sharing it with several college girls. My heart longs for my own sheets even as I type.
What simple thing in your home makes you the happiest?