It's 9:22pm.

It's 9:22pm on saturday evening. feeling sentimental about love and home and child. feeling comfortable, content. feeling blessed.

and here we are, weekend after weekend, 'turning-in' early (such is the order of our lives these days), pajama-clad, cuddling beneath layers, eating something sweet and watching tv late into the night.

it's nice to be held and loved.

it's nice to belong.

goodnight.