little things, everywhere i look.
fresh coffee, soft and insistant kisses on warm slumbering skin, a warm fireplace,
roses, cologne covered white bears, cards, chocolate everywhere,
notes, care packages and instructions...
something left, and something felt.... in every single room of the house.
by no means is our home empty this morning.
knowing- without a doubt, that i am loved.
little things... big smiling.
