It’s Friday afternoon and for once I’m writing earlier than usual. We drove down the street to our local cafe for some coffee because we love supporting them. The owner is the sweetest older lady always checking in on my week and greeting me with a big smile. I brought my cup back home, curled up at my desk, and started working on my blog.
I’ll be honest I didn’t leave bed until noon. No regrets. I deserved every extra minute of soft blankets and half dreams. My husband worked from home today which made the morning even sweeter. We had jalapeño bagels for breakfast the kind that make your lips tingle and your heart warm. I swear no other bagel could compete. I’ve tried making bagels myself but they never turn out quite right. Still I’ll keep trying. Some recipes just take a little patience (and maybe a few failed batches) before they taste like home.
The rest of today will be spent working on November’s bingo card, a cozy little project filled with rituals and gentle reminders of what this season is really about. Later I’m planning to clean and reset my space. My father in law is coming to visit and I’m already daydreaming about the breakfast potatoes he always makes for us. He knows they’re my favorite so he makes a whole skillet full. It’s love in potato form literally.
This weekend we’re skipping the house tours for once. Still a quick update on the home search my dream house the one still under construction finally has its walls going up. If our realtor’s available we might sneak a peek. It’s still mostly imagination at this point but I want to see it before it becomes a home. I want to remember what it looked like before everything came together.
I also made a new friend recently and we’re hanging out this weekend. I’m both nervous and excited. Like the first day of school but with better hair. Hopefully we click if not it’s still nice to be open to new people and new stories.
Work wise I’m officially part time again and I’ve been loving it. Mornings are slower and softer. Coffee outside with my fur babies, a little writing and a lot of gratitude. I like having the time to make our home feel alive, to welcome my husband back at the end of the day and to savor the small things that used to rush by unnoticed. I’m still figuring out my new rhythm but it already feels like the kind of life I want.
This weekend we’re staying in. Maybe I’ll make a creamy Cajun shrimp pasta or if I can find everything an oxtail rasta pasta my favorite. A classic mojito to go with it, music playing softly, dogs curled up nearby and the world outside fading into the background.
So here we are:
One slow Friday morning worth remembering.
One jalapeno bagel that tasted like no other.
One dream house finally growing walls.
One friend I hope turns into something real.
And one weekend wrapped in gratitude, warmth and the softest kind of love.
