good morning

It is a good morning, because the kid is taking his nap, without fuss, and my coffee turned out delicious, and although I have spit-up on my shoulder and the house is a mess, I didn't fight with my husband and already talked with two good friends.

And, I do believe I have found love in the shape of this Anthropologie mirror.


I begin this blog because I need a diary with a lock, and this will be it.