It’s Friday night and my only plan is to unwind. Twilight marathon, something warm in my mug, and a homemade dessert I haven’t quite decided on yet. Maybe something pumpkiny or possibly cinnamony mostly because I want the apartment to smell like fall.
My back’s been aching all week so yes I’ll definitely be asking my husband for a massage later. I can already picture it: Bella and Edward on screen, my heating blanket humming and me slowly melting into the couch. It’s been that kind of week.
I’m supposed to be going back to part time soon and I honestly can’t wait. I miss my slow mornings the kind where I have time to make coffee properly and just exist for a moment before the day starts running away from me. I miss having time for my blog, for baking, for peaceful things that make me feel like me. More time for my husband. More time for my fur babies. More time to just breathe.
This week my body forced me to slow down. It’s that time of the month again and by Wednesday I waved the white flag. I called off work, curled up with a blanket and let myself rest. I slept, organized my blog notes, drank tea and let my brain wander in that peaceful, creative way it only does when I’m home and unhurried. It was one of those quiet and healing days nothing glamorous just deeply comforting.
I feel like I haven’t really seen my husband this week even though we literally live together. Our schedules haven’t lined up at all and it’s strange how much you can miss someone you share a home with. But it always makes the weekend feel sweeter like a reunion after a long week apart. I’m looking forward to everything we have planned breakfast out, round three of house tours, a Target run (of course) and a little coffee date because caffeine is basically love language number one around here.
We’ve been so good about staying in lately saving for the house and being practical so I will say I’m proud of us. Between work and budgeting and saying no to spontaneous plans we’ve really been disciplined. But this weekend we decided we’ve earned a treat. Nothing crazy just a reminder that you can save and still celebrate the little things.
Halloween is next week and I still haven’t bought candy for the trick or treaters. Add it to the shopping list right under iced coffee and candles I don’t need but will buy anyway. The apartment’s already cute with cozy corners, pumpkin decor and soft lighting but my heart keeps drifting to home. Our future home. I can already see it a kitchen that smells like cookies, a dining room full of laughter and more space than I’ll know what to do with. I’m hoping we move before December so I can decorate for Christmas and make the whole house sparkle.
So here we are:
One Friday night wrapped in blankets and Twilight nostalgia.
One sweet dessert still undecided.
One husband I’ve missed all week finally home for slow mornings and shared coffee.
One dream of a home that smells like cookies, comfort and new beginnings.
And me tired, grateful and falling in love with the calm of right now.
