not cutting my hand on the pill cutter, even though i should have
devouring the book before giving it to her
the orange, pink, red and now purple sky
being asked about his haircut
the little ratatat on the front door
songs that make you weep (paper kites)
the gift of creating my own itinerary template
the joy that i get looking for flights for others (google flights all the way, baby)
leaving the kitchen an absolute disaster
and only thinking about it twice
thinking of the grilled cheese sandwiches we will enjoy tonight
his great call
and a new travel opportunity
wrestling with God
Luke using his talker to ask about the present
and it only taking two nights for him to warm up to something new
his smile every time i remind him that i am the idiot
getting stronger (in lots of areas)
being hope-fueled
a totally normal MRI for my hip