one hundred and ninety eight

 

I am grateful for a sleepy eyed tousle haired little monkey with a green moustache. I love how Jem is embracing my start your day with a green juice thing. The poor girl has hardly opened her eyes and a yummy glass of juiced green veggies is thrust in her hands. Accompanied with a jovial ‘morning sweetheart’. I love that she is still young enough not to argue. Actually she thinks its ‘delicious’. You do, hey Jem?.

one hundred and forty nine

I got my favourite jacket back today. The jacket I left in a cab on friday night.  I found delicious cut up prepared raw butternut today. The kind you just pop into the oven, like from home. With the emphasis on peeled and cut up. I bought a juicer and Jem and I made our first ever green juice, the reason I bought the juicer. Spinach leaves, kale, celery, cucumber, apple, ice. Delicious. Even Kate said so. And she refused to try it at first because  something so healthy and full of greens must be yuck. I made roast chicken for dinner with homemade gravy that I caught Jem slurping up like soup. To reward myself for my healthy green juice, I indulged in half a slab of the most delicious organic milk chocolate in the whole entire world, which I have a friend to thank for. I said goodnight to Kate as I do every night but tonight it dissolved into a giggle fest. I am grateful for the little things today. The little indulgences that for a moment made my heart sing. And especially because I noticed.