Today was a delightfully regular sort of day.
Not chaotic and busy, and superduper exciting, and full, and fun-filled.
I think I'd be suspicious of such a day, as the last few have been so different than that.
But today was perfect.
Not in an especially jubilant way, as I said, but quiet, and peaceful, and pleasantly joyful. Taking great pleasure -solice- in the small things sort of day.
Lots of quiet talk.
Lots of hugs and kisses.
Lots of talking, and murmers.
I am at peace.
I am in love today.