September 16, 2010
Cinnamon overcomes my senses as I walk in the door and I know... that he has been to Publix and brought home my favorite it-must-be-fall treat. The cinnamon broom. I follow my nose and seek out corners until it appears, and quickly send him a text You are the best husband ever. And he is... to me. Such a simple gesture and he probably can't even fathom how much it means to me... this week especially.
This week has found me on the brink of tears more than once. More than a few times. There is so much on the inside... and the thoughts are getting mixed in my mind. I want to grasp each thought as it spins on through... hoping not to send even one off to neverland, because while they are big and deep thoughts, they are mine... and I think that there is a purpose to their spinning. I scribble and sort, and sigh with relief when the phone rings, setting me free from my own self, and it is good to focus on something else... someone else.
I will get to where I need to be... I will sort and organize my mind... but oh, it seems a bit easier when the scent of cinnamon fills my senses.
linking up to Dayle's Simple Pleasures today... because it is the little things in life that make me smile, help me to breathe just a bit easier.