A trip to the Children’s Museum with some lovely ladies.
I mean, silly ladies.
Color. (I never use my colored pencils, I just like to admire them.)
And a few things without pictures:
Plane tickets for four to Colorado, to visit our fifth. We won’t have been all in the same room for nearly two years. I can’t wait. This feels like a necessary extravagance.
Children of God. It happened. I’m addicted. Again.
A grocery list that includes 3 dozen eggs. Two dozen for dying red and taking to church, one dozen for ME. Also salami, cheese, and butter. Just writing out the list makes me happy.