Lily Lou - With The House To Ourselves -01.13.22- -

And for a few perfect hours, with the house to ourselves, nothing in the world was missing.

Lily Lou fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. The record had stopped. The tea went cold. Lily Lou - With the House to Ourselves -01.13.22-

Lily sat on the counter—against every rule I’d grown up with—and I leaned in close just to hear her talk about nothing much. The way she said my name, unguarded and plain, made the ordinary feel sacred. And for a few perfect hours, with the

By 5 p.m., we were tangled on the couch under a blanket that smelled like laundry and her shampoo. Snow started falling outside—small, unhurried. I remember thinking: This is the kind of day you don’t realize you’ll miss until it’s already a memory. And for a few perfect hours