the sound of toast popping makes me jump every. time. even when i’m expecting it.
the euphoric sense of freedom you feel when it’s 9 am and you’re still in your pjs, hair up in a bun with absolutely no plan for the day.
and catching up with my favorite twins.
i like big butts and i cannot lie.
you too deserve a rest, feet.
when you want to spend quality time with the babies but they only have eyes on their treat. (trying so hard not to cry)
“what does one person give to another? he gives of himself, of the most precious he has, he gives of his life. this does not necessarily mean that he sacrifices his life for the other – but that he gives him of that which is alive in him; he gives him of his joy, of his interest, of his understanding, of his knowledge, of his humor, of his sadness — of all expressions and manifestations of that which is alive in him. in thus giving of his life, he enriches the other person, he enhances the other’s sense of aliveness by enhancing his own sense of aliveness. he does not give in order to receive; giving is in itself exquisite joy. but in giving he cannot help bringing something to life in the other person, and this which is brought to life reflects back to him.”
– eric fromm, the art of loving
how was your sunday?