Eigsti corners

I woke up this morning to my husband, dressed and ready for work- leaning over me saying, "Babe, it's really cold in here. Do you want me to turn the heater on?" "No, I like it...", I mumbled from my warm cave of covers. He left for work and I snoozed on. Hours later, when I flopped out of bed and wandered into the living room in my undies and t-shirt, I felt a surge of bone-chilling air wrap around my bare legs. Through squinted, sleepy eyes, I realized it was 55 degrees in our "cozy" little apartment. If only I had listened to him... :)

Here are some corners of our world in apartment 315. I'm no photographer, but there's something in the reality of life that is just tugging today. Images from our world that I must share with you. So...here, a brief look:

Projects...

Nate's side of the bed:

Heather's side of the bed:

This is one of my favorite images ever. I keep this one tucked in my memory and find myself standing in the closet every once in a while when he isn't home. Work shirts. His work shirts. They smell of the man I love and bring great comfort for some reason.



And I often wake to things like this: Nate's handy-work with my jewelry. It's the little things in life, you know? :)

I am faced with a mild dilemma. I think I want to sell my guitar. I bought it with my graduation money after high school and took lessons for a semester. I cannot play. I play the piano- quite well, sometimes...and would love to have a piano in our home some day. I have someone who is willing to buy my guitar. I do not know her. I want to know that it will be well-loved. I want it to be taken care of. But it's a "thing"; an object and is of no value here if I don't learn to play it. So, I should sell, right? I should take advantage of someone who is interested....someone who will make the music that I'll never make with little Alvarez. If I do sell it, I'm saving the money to put toward the top seven keys of a used piano in years to come. What do you think I should do?