I wouldn't have it any other way.
Sometimes, though, I like to be by myself--to read, to write, or just to be. I don't have a whole room to myself, but I do have my own little corner of the world. . . in the corner of the kitchen. Like Cinderella?
No, not Cinderella. Just Richella.
Little things make it mine:
Books, photos, flowers, my blog logo.
My mom's jewelry box, now a caddy for desktop supplies.
And my favorite thing: my reading chair. This chair is where I sat and nursed my babies. Hundreds of hours I spent in this chair, a tiny redheaded boy in one hand and a book in the other. It's been re-upholstered since then, but its contours still fit just right. Oh, the memories.