I love Saturday mornings at home.

The best things in life sometimes smell like dish soap, coffee, and springtime air…
At the moment I am in jeans and a bathrobe, and have just finished a good solid hour-long conversation with Jen and Laura (two of my three roommates–the third, Ellie, is working today). The windows have been thrown open, the house is chilled like white wine; the sunlight seems bold, fresh, and brave, like only spring sunshine can.

(”Come on, take it, take it from me–we’ve got a good life,” sing the Weepies)

Every time I stop to notice beauty it turns and winks at me, as if to ask where I have been and what I have been waiting for. Today, I am seeing it in the gifts of housework and conversation and food…I wonder if heaven will be anything like this…pretty, quiet, satisfied…peaceful.