Growing up, the thing I most looked forward to about finding someone to love was the feeling of utter calm that I imagined would come from sharing all your little moments with them. I imagined rainy days, snuggled up reading by a window; Sundays spent in pajamas, snuggling together and watching films; evenings spent in the kitchen making the simplest of meals. And calm. Fulfilling, utterly blissful calm.
I've been lucky enough to have my fair share of those quiet moments this month. Things have been busy – we took off to London, I finished co-writing an article, and A's deep into his dissertation – but we've still made the best of Sundays, late nights, and early mornings here and there.
I've also gone back to baking with pumpkin, chocolate chip cookies and pumpkin bread, and I've been digging into the books I picked up at Persephone Books earlier this month. E.M. Delafield's Diary of a Provincial Lady has kept me laughing through the last week, and I look forward to discovering more of her work! Yay for all the quiet moments of late!