Right now I can smell cinnamon sugar apples cooling on the stove, I'm listening to country music (with a Christmas song shuffled in there every once in a while,) I can hear my husband talking to his friends over Xbox live, my cat is curled up in the corner of the living room, napping. When I'm finished writing this post I'm going to get myself a cup of those cinnamon sugar apples, put the laundry away and then read.
This is my idea of an absolutely perfect evening.
I'm feeling more settled in the house everyday (even though I still have plenty to do.) But this house is really starting to feel like home.
In this moment, I am happy.