I'm sitting here right now with music softly playing in the background, my husband within arms reach, the grandfather clock quietly keeping time beside me and the sounds of the day ending outside. I've watered all the plants in the garden. Picked a few weeds. Read two magazines. Enjoyed a sip or two of wine. It's not even eight o'clock yet. Then a squeak came from our daughter's room a few minutes ago and while we thought there were tears there was giggling. Three bursts of giggles from a child who passed out almost two hours before her bedtime. Then she fell back into slumber almost as quickly as those sweet giggles came out. A strange night.
I think I might call it a night before the summer sky fully sets and enjoy my book....in bed.