Dave is making poached eggs with spinach on toast and hot chocolate for breakfast this morning. Could life be better than this?
The last few days have been full of our smart and beautiful children and grandchildren, calls from friends, chance meetings with other friends and a message on Facebook from my sister who hasn't been on Facebook since sometime in May. We've almost finished eating our post-thanksgiving bread pudding, which turned out to be very tasty; I've thinned out a pile of books to include only things I really want to read and I've almost caught up on my volunteer tasks. And I don't want to gloat but Chris is now driving a BIG truck somewhere in western Canada.
It really is the small things that bring joy.