Peaceful happiness

There's something so nice about coming home. It was refreshing see the things we choose to surround ourselves with after being away from it all for over a week. I wasn't expecting a happy, euphoric feeling at 11:30pm after a long day of packing, saying goodbye, snow, shoveling, runway plowing, airplane deicing, and delayed flights, but when I walked in the door of our house and saw the clean, straight lines of my furniture I felt refreshed. I get so wrapped up in the clutter of everyday life that I don't often take the opportunity to step back and look at the bigger picture. Last night the zen of our home hit me like a ton of bricks.

Then Henry took me out at the knees.

Cute and complimentary

This is my new bff, Ruby. She came over with her parents to my dinner party on Sunday. It took her a little while to warm up to me but eventually she decided she liked me. I was wrapping up the prime rib and making sure everyone had their food. Her mommy microwaved her some mac & cheese and while she was chowing down she looks up and tells her parents, "That lady makes great dinner!"

Quintessentially American

This is my brother and sister-in-law's home and I think it's adorable. It's on a cute, quiet street in a small Pennsylvania town. The block of homes is perfectly post-war, each one is the same size with subtle differences like dormers or not. They're all set back the same distance from the street with perfectly sized lawns and square bushes.