Anything else that happens is gravy on the biscuit (love you Bill J.) and anything that doesn't happen doesn't really matter anyway. I plan play dates and buy pretzels for Joe's preschool party. I call friends and text even more. I inhale. I exhale. I read good literature. I think about eating healthy, whole foods...and sometimes I eat them. I listen to Wee One banter on in her Julese language. I laugh when Joe rides his bike on the patio with no shoes, in his underwear. I am finding joy a little at a time. It is good.
I have been able to capture some little bits of joy over the past week to share today, no captions, just simple joy.
Peace, and chicken grease.