Still Life with Daisies

Sunday evening, sitting around the heater in a parking lot that doesn't matter. My children are asleep, the youngest next to his Dad, warm and cuddly in our traveling home. There are moments like this that feel exactly like being home, in our stick house. I have everything here, with me, that I care about and I know they are tired from a good day out experiencing the world and the people that fill it up. I'm gonna go crawl into my bed with clean sheets and listen to the rain on the rooftop.