Being.

It’s a quiet Saturday morning.

Looking out the window, I see the wet leaves gently swaying. The coffee is good and strong.

Still in my pj’s and surrounded by the cats, it’s so peaceful.

When I realized that Andrew and I would have a whole Saturday to ourselves, I imagined us going to flea markets and antique shops. I imagined heading to Bethesda to see the art fair and to go shoe shopping. I imagined a lovely al fresco lunch at a charming cafe.

Sounds dreamy.

But when we woke up this morning in our new home, alone for the first morning ever here, all bets were off.

We marveled at the peace. At the view. At the opportunity.

To just be.

Sure, we might venture out at some point.

But for now, I can’t imagine any place I’d rather be.