#2,039 Coming Home.

I got to the shop this morning around 9:00 and I sat at my desk and did not get up except to get a glass of water and microwave 6 Totino’s Pizza Rolls at 1:00. I’ll have my nose to the grindstone every day for the next two weeks while I create new work for Violet, and it’s a very tedious process. When I finally left work today it was almost 6:00 and my back was aching and my eyes were dry from staring at the monitor for so many hours without stopping.

But then.

I pulled into the driveway and walked in the front door. It smelled so good—the combination of “our house” (a mix of old house, laundry detergent, and the tiniest bit of the Gladys’ Kitchen candle sitting open in the living room) and something savory. Dinner was cooking. Ben was playing Neil Young, Heart of Gold (go ahead and click play over here), in the kitchen making dinner. Spaghetti, garlic breadsticks and salad with all kinds of fancy toppings. He spent most of the day in the woodshop building, but snuck away early enough to go to the grocery store. This was the sweetest thing to see after a day chained to my computer:

And then, a long neighborhood walk to let my spine stretch back to its proper configuration after a day of sitting. Oh, it felt so very GOOD out there tonight.


Tuesday, July 21st, 2015

Daily Journal

6 thoughts on “#2,039 Coming Home.

  1. If Francis knows I've had a rough day (which I'm very good at letting him know), he takes me out for dinner. He doesn't (really) cook (though he knows how to make a mean lasagna), but he knows how to make me feel better.

  2. This is the sweetest post! You and Ben sure do have something incredibly special. In this day, when all you hear is people grousing about their spouse, it is refreshing to read about how much you love and appreciate each other. You are both so blessed!

    • I know from what you've told me that your sweet husband loves you well, too. I'm beyond thankful for him every single day!

  3. This is so precious! My sweet man spent his entire day off building me a taller workbench for my signs since my back hurts from that hobby of mine! But I know how you feel, I sit behind my computer designing most days, too. I have the WORST posture!

    • Oh, Jenny. MY POSTURE IS SO BAD! Daddy gets on to me everytime he sees me, but I still can't remember to sit up straight and tall. We must do better, sister girl!

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