I am grateful for night #3 of Farley falling asleep on my lap while I read to Coop, rocking in the red rocking chair that’s too big for their room. These days are numbered. Someday they’ll be teenagers; someday I might be happy just to get eye contact. Today I held them close, and they didn’t want me to leave until one was asleep and the other nearly was too.
I am grateful for a good productive day at my desk, followed by some time spent at the studio.
I am grateful for political stability and peace. News from Aleppo reminds me of how good I’ve got it; how I take peace for granted; how it’s not something everyone gets to have; how unjust war is to so many innocent people.