Let’s get back to glimpsing grace, shall we?
A day warm enough to warrant a summery dress and cool enough to warrant a summery scarf. I believe in some places they call this “Spring” but I’m not familiar enough with such a season to say for sure.
My niece Gigi answering the phone (not her phone, she’s only 4) and saying, “Hiiiii, Weeza” and then telling me all about the big spiderweb swing in Nonnie and Papa’s backyard they got to put blankets on and nap in after lunch.
Rocking out with my buddy Daryl at Moore Music after too long a hiatus. When surrounded by people who actually know how to play electric guitar, and I’m just responsible for the 12-bar-blues rhythm, it sounds pretty great.