@brittarnhild
This man. My man.
This man had his last day at work yesterday.
From today, September 1st, we are both seniors.
We wake up together every morning, we go to bed together every night.
A new epoke in our life together is about to start.
We both look forward to it and plan to enjoy it.
Together, but also apart. The healthy way. The paths of love.
This man.
My man.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
| | |
| | |
@brittarnhild
Thank you for your comments to my previous posts. For a blogger it is of great inspiration to hear from the readers, and even more so when you, like me, know that so many of your readers are your dear friends :-)
I have read your comments, I have done more thinking, I love to wear my thinking cap, and I am back to where I began, and where I've always been - blogging about everyday life.
Every day life, the best life. yes, of course it is. Holidays, travels, extraordinary days.......we need them, we are lucky to be given them, but their main purpose is to give background to the everydays, the days which come and go like beads on a string, the days which make up our lives. Our holy lives.
Our winter so far has been dark and wet. But the night before yesterday it started to snow. Just a little dusting, but as it went on and on and on, still only dust, but dust that did not bow away, my world looked like a winter fairytale this morning. It is my day off, I had nothing planned, so the choice was easy.......
Out, out, out to shower myself in this blessed white. Out for a long walk, a hike, in my woods.
::::::::::::::::::::::::..
Coming back home I did the first knitting podcast of 2019. Only in Norwegian, but there might be some knitting to look at anyway ;-)
::::::::::::::::
Active blogs these days:
Britt Arnhild´s House in the Woods
| | |
| | |
Recent Comments