This is the DMB photo wall, which is displayed over our record player. Also pictured: the Chris Cornell Memorial Blanton’s, which we bought on our first Key West trip, brought home, and filled with crystals and string lights. Then there’s the lighthouse souvenir we bought on our second trip to the Keys aka our honeymoon.

I love this little nook. It’s so…us. πŸ’œ

savoring the moment

The grandfather clock just chimed 1 am. I’m the only one still awake, which is unusual. The house is dark except for the glow from the two Christmas trees. I’m sitting in the living room, gazing upon our lovely home, enjoying the silence, and feeling content. I’m reading a delightful novel and can’t bring myself to go to bed quite yet, but I love knowing that when I do, my husband will be there waiting for me in a sea of cozy blankets and fluffy pillows.

It’s time.

Though, to be fair, I burned my last pine candle year round. It just died last week. We picked this one up today while pillow shopping. We liked it better than both mistletoe and balsam. My last one had a crackling wick, which I’ll miss. I should order another…

Pine may be the perfect scent. I had to give up on cinnamon scents due to an unfortunate incident involving Fireball, Dave, and our wedding night. So no more cinnamon candles or pine cones or brooms. At least for the time being. The day after our wedding, I had to throw my mini cinnamon broom out of the car because D almost puked. πŸ˜‚

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