Sometimes, despite what is going on around you, you cull out your own little bit of happy. Over the weekend, despite all of the reasons we had to be grouchy and glum, we had a really nice few days.
The beautiful weather, the cool underlying breeze, a road trip or two. . . the opportunity to spend the entire day together, most of it in the car, but nonetheless.
We chose pumpkins and mums. We bought a new car. We chatted. We listened to the radio. I knitted. He sang.
And despite ourselves, I chalk it up to good, all good.