day nine

after school

I am thankful for my little house.

ok ok, most days. let's be honest.

(just don't ask me while I'm making a big dinner)

Now I won't lie--I have to swallow down a lot of unkind words I've said about our house, but at the end of the day, each day, I am very thankful for it's teeny-ness. 
Let me tell you why.

We are always together. 

heehee, like it or not. 

The rooms spill into each other, both architecturally, 

and in  content.

[tiny] kitchen meets "dining room" meets "living room". 

All in one. 
Modge-podged together with photographs and treasures from our grandma's basements.

The toys from the bedrooms leak out and make their way under 
The Table to the secret fort. 

"The Table"

(yes, it's a proper noun in this house)

is used for eating/reading/working/projects/games/
piling random stuff/you-name-it.

It's a gathering place. 

But the best part.....

....late at night, when everyone is sleeping, I hear them. 

Each one. 

The one beside me. 

Charly at the door. 

The boy in his room, and the girl in her's. 

Their tiny breaths of sleep bounce down the hall and into my ears. 

breathe in, breathe out.

And I hear it all from the comfort of my bed. 

Thank you, tiny house.


What are YOU thankful for today?