Comforts of home.

Last night, I was sitting in my favorite corner of my living room. I had a great book about knitting in my hands and a cup of hot spiced apple cider (which I partake in year round). I glanced up from my novel and noticed my 17 year old daughter sitting in her favorite corner, wrapped in a blanket reading. The tv was on but just providing some background noise. I love the fact that we are comfortable enough with each other that no conversation is needed. But still it flows easily when we to talk. I will remember these times as she goes out in the big world all alone.