Each week, therapy exhausts me. My life has been so much messier than I had ever realized.
I have this sweater,
and every single time I wear it out, someone comments on it being Noro. I like that.
Cross-stitch that my husband did hangs by the front door each year.
This Santa hangs from the light fixture in the entranceway.
This greets you as you walk down the hall to the den.
These welcome you once you're there.