this morning.

Being back home in Maryland is doing my soul good. Even on the mornings when Silas and I are the only ones in the house, it feels far less lonely than our mornings in Florida. 

Today we woke up slowly, played for a little bit and talked about Daddy and the adventures he's having in the Pacific.  

While Silas napped, I made a french toast breakfast for myself and sipped coffee from a mug I threw in a college ceramics class. 

Si played on my oldest sister's baby blanket and chased after toys that were in my childhood toy bin. 

Later tonight, I'll hand Si off to my dad and at least have a chance to sit with a bowl of icecream without chasing after my so-close-to-crawling baby boy. Feeling thankful this week. And restful.