I see Hailey sitting on G.G.'s lap playing with her new baby doll, Kate, and puppy. I see half empty sippy cups from Crazies who have long lost interest in breakfast. I see empty plates and full bellies and realize how lucky we are to have food in our house. I see a lawn void of leaves and Christmas lights waiting to get a charge and share their happiness with the world.
I hear Hailey talking to her new Abby ornament. I hear Matt playing with his new train tracks. I hear Husband and G.G. having a convo about something that I totally missed. I hear Husband loudly swallowing and wonder what in the world he could be drinking that would cause such a ruckus! I hear Husband's laughter at that last sentence and thank God for having him.
I taste Butter Toffee coffee.
I feel warm and cozy in my Penguin jammers. I feel the hard dining room table under my arms. I feel happy.
Why can I only remember four senses? Aren't there 5?
I smell remnants of sugar cookies from last night's baking session (BTW, freaking cookie presses are annoying). I smell breakfast. I smell Christmas slowly seeping into my house. I anticipate the smell of the tree that we're going to get today.
How are your senses as you sit on a Sunday?
