…like my own breath on cool August mornings.
…like amazing albums of photos I didn’t even know we had, some parts from 1956, most of it from the early nineties when the recession was still affecting us.
…like my father’s happiness in all of the small things he has built into a loving and safe home for his family. His favorite song is Paul Simon’s ‘American Tune’, have to remember that.
…like how my baby brother is actually a grown man, almost.
…like my sister’s constant actions of caring for others
I am so lucky
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photo from flickr