I never thought you were...

[shaynabelle]

The joys are: Rainy days, 3-day-weekends, tons of pages to read for school, hot chocolate, crunchy carrots, lunch with the girls, visit from Dad, big belly of soup, exploration, Christmas spots' sound design, phenomenology, screening in our porch, living-in-the-moment.

Dad wrote a song for Mom. Lyrics here, song here.