Last night we watched the first half of a movie and then drove through the pitch darkness and the pouring rain to procure a small black raspberry milkshake from a drive thru around the corner. Because I was really craving a milkshake. We blasted a song by Bastile through the speakers on the way home and then hid under the same umbrella on the short walk from the parking lot to door to the apartment building. And then we were home, in our lovely cozy little space – with our books and our piano and our christmas tree and our fairy lights and our cat and our comfy blankets on the couch. It feels like something out of an illustrated children’s book.
I am so happy.