A Constructed Life

Saturday morning at my house…

…where we gather in bed at 7:30 to play and snuggle and laugh. Where sippy cups of milk and mugs of hot coffee are savored or spilled, and breakfast always ends with a chase around the kitchen and a quick scrub down.

Where boxes adorn heads and toys litter the floor. Where books are read, thrown and kissed a millions and one times.

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Where baskets of clean laundry become ransacked and worn.


Where my heart burst with love and beats out how luck I am. Where I wish I could spend every day of the rest of my life.

I’m off to a conference in Portland, Oregon for a few days. Can you tell I’m already missing my family?

5 thoughts on “Saturday morning at my house…

  1. Suzan

    Liz,
    If you’re staying in Portland proper and havesome time you might enjoy a visit to the Classical Chinese Gardens. Enjoy our 50 degrees and sun (at least on Tuesday.

  2. Liz Post author

    Thanks, Susie!

    Suzan – I’m loving it so far! My heart leapt when my plane landed and I saw GREEN GRASS instead of piles of snow. Portland is a great city!

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