January is my favorite month. (Normally. 😉) I used to say it was July; The Fourth is my favorite holiday, and we often spend it with the whole family at my parents’ home in Ocean City, New Jersey. It’s a whole lot of magic. (Here are some photos from a particularly memorable one from a few years ago. I’m also realizing that I never got around to sharing this year’s. Oops, haha. But I think these snaps with my dad were taken a couple of days before July 4th, and they make my heart swell.)
I know. January is the worst, right?! I mean, we go from togetherness and the utter joy that comes along with the holidays to… nothingness. It’s hard to find the motivation to fall back into a life of routine, and excuse me but omg I’m never changing out of my leggings ever again and how are we possibly going on day four of single-digit temps?
But hear me out.
With January comes slowness; an opportunity to hit reset (screw the challenges!); an appreciation for the little things. I like the way the light hits the walls in the stillness; the dust particles floating through the air in the reflection of mirrors. (Warning: There is so much dust in these photos, haha.) I like the sound of the wind outside and the way it rocks our old home to sleep at night. I like the way tiny fingers carefully pick up and inspect each lego, steadfastly building dream worlds our minds can visit. I like seeing them touch the icy-cold old windows, peering out at the glittering snow that will soon turn to gray slush. I like the batters and soups, the sparseness and coziness, the fire we light every night before dinner. I like the feel of a hot mug in my hands, the glow of the television after the kids go down for the night, and the feel of clean sheets when we slip into bed ourselves.
Here are a few photos I took yesterday. ☀️
Sconce (Still dirty from painting! Oops.)