gratitude

 
for the planting of  more herbs in the garden
for the simple things that happily occupy a baby
for the feeling of delicious grains
for the taste of quinoa bread and butter
for the sight of market produce
and for colourful suppers
(in such good company)

alex left on saturday for an outreach in eastern europe.
he'll be back in two and half weeks -
the longest he and I have ever been apart
since,
well,
we met each other.

this morning I was woken up at 4am by loud rolling thunder, I instinctively turned to alex's side of the bed, I missed the sound of his steady heave of breath, the smell of him so familiar and good. I curled in close to my baby boy sleeping and stirring beside me.

so thankful to be a mamma, so grateful for my kin, so glad to be safe and warm.