How I know I've been watching too much of that Netflix birthing show:

1.  I ate a can of black olives for dinner.
2.  I have an indescribable urge to clean everything.  Twice.
3.  Every small child I see is suddenly adorable and the best thing.
4.  I'm really rethinking my brilliant decision to paint all the walls white.

Tomorrow I go into the classroom to prepare for Tuesday so today I have big plans: a little house cleaning and crafting (faux nesting?), the dock wine and cheese party, a night run with my favorite man, and hopefully some book reading.

I couldn't sleep last night because yesterday lived so well in my head.  We ended the day with blueberry pancakes and eggs at 10pm and it was lovely.  It was irresponsible and spontaneous and exactly what this silly girl was missing.  I knew yesterday was going to be lovely because I finally arrived at my favorite chapter in 1 Samuel.  Boom.  Nothing like starting the day with fire in your soul.  And from there, it only got better.  Today, though, I'm going to slow down.  Stay inside.  Nurse my sunburnt skin and my talked out mouth.  Today the keys are already uncovered and the old songs are already laid out.  Today I'm on my second cup of coffee and I'm at the end of that grand Samuel chapter and there is a leftover pancake singing to me from the fridge.

He gives us such good things.  It is hard to not just sit and swoon for hours.