On Being a Grown-up

Sorry I disappeared this weekend! We were very busy, putting together furniture and rearranging our bedroom. The results are above (also: can you find the hidden husband?). The black dresser is new and the headboard is new and we've had the rickety old vanity table for awhile, but it being in the little alcove is new, too. New writing space!

It all looks and feels very settled, very grown-up. I'm surprised by how much this pleases me–but it probably shouldn't.

I love being a grown-up. When...