Husband is finishing the office for me (be still my heart) and we just sat down to a french recipe I have been wanting to try because anything cooked low and slow with butter and preserves has to be good for a body, a marriage, a soul.  He asked for a quiet night at home and then the rain started pouring and pouring over the flowers newly planted and the cherry trees bursting with blooms and have I mentioned how I love this old house, love this good man, love this life that is finally becoming simpler and settled and steady.

I do.