Ellemental

To me the beauty of a journal is being able to look back a week ago, month ago, year ago and see where I was.
Where I was last year on this day looks like a great place to be.

Tuesday, December 2, 2003
Here’s to being taken care of.

Here’s to my big fluffy comforter, without which curling up on the couch with a book wouldn’t be nearly as comforting.

Here’s to quilt batting, glue guns, and pompoms.

Here’s to making lists and checking them twice.

Here’s to coffee. Coffee is pretty awesome throughout the year, but there’s something special about the smell of coffee on a cold December morning.

Here’s to waking up with a cold nose. As opposed to waking up with a nose cold which you mistake for allergies, then you finally concede that perhaps it’s a cold, then have to admit that yeah, it’s the freakin flu, then you sit and cry for 30 minutes because you can’t call off work because it’s the day after Thanksgiving and you’re the only one not scheduled off, and you cry so long that you don’t have time to get a shower so you go to work unshowered, sick, puffy eyed, sniffling, feverish, with flat hair.

Here’s to toddlers in snowsuits so big that they can’t put their arms down, so they walk around looking like they’re begging to be picked up.

Here’s to the giant cupboard that used to be in my great grandmother’s house and is now sitting in my living room, just waiting to be filled with books and other goodies.

Here’s to the energy and vibrancy of winter. It’s the season when everything is dormant and waiting, but (at least for the first few true winter days) the sunshine is brighter, the air is sharper, the dark is darker.

Here’s to being able to wear sweaters or turtlenecks every day. Every Day!

Here’s to mittens.