I finally have the perfect spot on the sofa. I can see out the window. I can put my feet on the ottoman. There is a spot for my coffee and just-right light for reading or writing or thinking. It's usually quiet in this room, especially in the early mornings when the rest of the family is still asleep. Mmmmm....
And tonight, I'm sitting in my favorite spot, writing my first slice. It feels comfortable; somehow right. My family pops in from time to time--my daughter leans against me. "Whatcha doing?"--and wanders out again. My youngest comes in, already in pjs and near ready for bed. I can hear my oldest and his father chuckling over something on tv in the other room.
Perfect spot on the sofa, quiet evening with everyone at home. Ahhh...
