The idea for this post comes directly to you from The Daybook (what’s not to love about that little blog, honestly?). I have always been a sucker for these little things… I just think they’re the cutest. Anyway.
Making: howling sounds at my dog. She just learned how to howl and it’s the funniest (and no apparently my dog was not born with the innate ability to howl).
Cooking: applesauce pork in the crock pot. Freezer meals, people. They are the best.
Drinking: a few sips of Brandon’s insanely strong coffee that he brought back from Guatemala. Oof.
Reading: “Where’d You Go, Bernadette?” and “Sports Nutrition & Performance Enhancing Supplements” One is slightly more riveting than the other.
Wanting: it to stay fall forever.
Looking: like I just got out of bed at all times of the day.
Playing: around with how much food I can fit into my body in one day.
Wasting: time writing this?
Sewing: ok, I don’t have anything for this one.
Wishing: that we weren’t out of almond butter.
Enjoying: wedding planning.
Waiting: for Brandon to get out of the bathroom.
Liking: (how is this different from “enjoying”?) switching to morning WODs so I actually have time to relax at night!
Wondering: if it’s going to be a good snow year.
Loving: the cooler nights that mean I can actually sleep with a blanket on for the first time in months.
Hoping: that I win this Paleo challenge!
Marveling: at all the new things my body learns how to do every day.
Needing: maybe just a little more coffee.
Smelling: the bacon that I cooked for breakfast.
Wearing: spandex shorts and a pink t-shirt. It’s a bit of a uniform these days.
Following: way too many people on Instagram. Is that a problem?
Noticing: the days getting shorter. I don’t hate it.
Knowing: that life is going to get a little easier eventually.
Thinking: about how dirty this couch slipcover is. Eww.
Feeling: ready for a nap. Always.
Bookmarking: all the paleo pumpkin recipes for everything ever.
Opening: emails all day long.
Giggling: at my dog’s reaction to the mouse that occasionally scampers across our kitchen. Let’s just put it this way: She would not survive one day in the wild.
Feeling: grateful for this little life.