:: First visit to our favorite local farm since late fall. The donkey hasn’t changed one bit. Neither has the world’s biggest fan of donkeys.
:: A poignant letter about first love, applicable to all love, written by a famous author to his teenage son. Truth wrapped in tenderness.
:: A boy who knows no decorum. When he passes gas and I ask him, “What do you say?’ He answers with gusto, “I toot!” When he’s outside and needs to pee, he just pulls down his pants and goes, even on the sideline at a girls' soccer game.
:: Pulling out the long-forgotten dress-up bin, and spending an entire Saturday morning trying out every possible combination.
:: How a profound disability is transformed into breathtaking genius, and greatness gets turned on its head. Set aside 10 minutes to watch. You won’t be sorry.
:: A sandwich that’s fancy-restaurant worthy. It's good. Really good. (My friend – who I convinced to make it – recommends chutney in place of the Dijon. I love the Dijon and honey-baked ham.)
:: Recipe from a young chef whose strange concoctions have finally made their way onto paper.
:: Two days off work for the Festival of Faith and Writing, and the anticipation of inspiration and seeing a bunch of people I love.
:: A piano in the house. Beautiful music from a budding a pianist and the one tune his mother plays, over and over, with hopes to one day to branch out to this.
:: 40 ideas for keeping a holy lent that would be really good to just practice all the time.
1 comment:
Your gratitude is wonderful and challenges my heart.
By the way, how do you do your references that lead people to what you referring to such as a link or a past post? The ones here that are bolded. Don't understand that.
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