Today was spent joyfully. I spent much time reading The Two Towers (more on that in a future post). I played chess with my older brother (and lost both times). We laughed. I cuddled with my nest-to-littlest brother of two years. And when I craved something sweet, peanut butter cookies were the answer.
The taste of raw cookie dough lingers on my tongue. I roll it into little balls and flatten them with a fork, making a careful criss-cross pattern. Next comes sprinkling the sugar on top.
At the same time I am enjoying frozen blueberries. They are very plentiful in the summer where I live, so we pick lots and freeze them to eat in winter. And I think about the simplest joys in life. They come in cookies. Blueberries. Warm sweaters. Late-night reading. The look on your little brothers face before he gives you a hug. That moment when your four-year old brother comes up to you and says, "Can I have another cookie? Because they're SO good!" They come in listening to piano music, which has been one of my favorite kinds since I was just a little girl.
The weekend has almost come to a close. And with the close of the weekend comes the start of a new week. Filled with new challenges. New hopes. New tears. New dreams that I'll probably forget as soon as I wake up. But the thought is so beautiful.
I'm looking forward to this week.
abbie /// xoxoxox
p.s. for the record, I'd probably prefer to have a thousand dreams a night and forget them all then to never dream.