good mornin: eleven eleven caruthers.

i woke up this morning, walked downstairs, looked around...

and wanted to give my house a big ole giant hug.

i love it here.
and for some reason this morning, i felt embraced by it.

it looked just like us.
like our life here.

  

i didn't move a thing.

i didn't care that the natural light wasn't great.

i just started snapping pics.

the house was quiet. 

i could tell drake was still asleep 

   by the industrial fan in his room that sounds like a tornado, 

   the scattered instruments in the living room

   and half empty beer cans on the porch.

 

alex was gone to work. she was likely starting her day 

not long after
they  we went to bed.
but i could smell the blueberry coffee she loves.

{i resisted the peer pressure to go out last night, and come to find out they had whole lotta

fun over here while i was upstairs watching an obscene amount of season one episodes of "Friday Night Lights" until the wee hours of morn asleep}

 

today i am going to run some errands and craft.

i'm going to exercise and practice chords on the guitar.

send some work emails. not turn on the tv. probably turn on the record player.

gonna go to the neighborhood farmers market and
will away
this lingering headache.

day three of no make-up and mostly bare feet.

...and be grateful 

for 

this little bungalow

"that cute house" as its affectionately known
...and be grateful
for

today.


happy wednesday, y'all.