And I did check under the bed, and even in the laundry hamper.
I don't know if it is in the sunshine, or that I have a lot of music running through my head- but I have been in a state of irrepressible delight. Is it the switch to oatmeal for breakfast? Or finally feeling at home here?
I am finding it impossible to even be dour toward Father William! But then, he has begun to balance out his gift for gab with actually making progress on the house, which makes me smile, and I trip out the door (literally, since there's probably lumber there that wasn't before) with a spring in my step.
It's as if I am in love.
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