I happen to like this picture.  It is the window in my daughters bedroom.  Which, coincidentally, used to be my (and my sisters) bedroom.  I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned but the house I  live in is the home I grew up in.  As you can imagine, in some ways it is very charming and yet sometimes a bit strange.  But overall, I find it to be extremely comforting and just right, at least for this season of life.

When this particular room was my room, the windows had criss-cross wood frames on them (a thing of the times).  They have been gone now for almost as long as I can remember.  The other day the kids were having a shower and the bedroom got a little steamy.  El called out to me to look at the magic on the windows.  And there were my old windows right there looking back at me.  I thought it magic too.