Back with breezes in my hair

I sat beneath the wise, old Channing tree today. The soft temperate breezes brushed againt my face and through my hair, as I sat dappled in sun light. I was so thankful to be among the mothers again. One week away from my routine seemed a life time. But I have found enough mental space and pleasantry to renew my spirit. At least through dinner. I sprang to loving myself and my family through the physical care of my home. A well-oiled machine that offers peace. Thank you blessed FLYLady. You have given to me, my very best self and I appreciate you for that.