A very relaxing holiday has come and gone for the Campbell family. I find myself thinking mostly of the sweetest little things...
Naked butts in the tub, splashing and drinking the bathwater
Lime-scented dread gel and two new beads
Mug after mug of hot chocolate
A boy in a tree-decorating trance
A babe strutting in new boots
A giant fire and perfect marshmallow sticks
Sweetgrass incense sticks poked into the ground
Special occasion scotch in sparkly new highballs
Sweet potato casserole that I thought I was over, but as it turns out, I could eat it every day
Mom's perfect cornbread stuffing, which our family calls "dressing"
Brandon's salty unshaven scruff
A book I can finish in one night
Real cream
Family band in the living room every night
A handful of whole nutmegs to be grated into any every dish possible
Dogs inside for the cold nights
Friends who are family
Freshly shaken mason jar butter
Chocolate rimmed lips on children too young to be consuming so much chocolate it leaves rings
Waking up to her new ritual verse, "Peanut butter pretzels! Peanut butter pretzels!"
Grapevines turning yellow
Mail love: gently used books from a faraway bestie
Snow plans
Orange and Patchouli Wild & Free Body Balm
All of my favorite clothes laundered
Tearful teething nights transformed by singing one very old African chant again and again
Hanging with gradeschool girlfriends instead of shopping on Black Friday and impersonating the machine that would call home to alert our parents we'd skipped class
A perfectly balanced checkbook
The sweetest voicemails ever
Precious silence after hours
