The simple things

Sometimes it really is the simple things in life that matter the most. This weekend, it was a trip back to our hometown and

...sharing dinner and catching up with a family we’ve been friends with since I was two

...laying in bed with my sister and 3 month old niece while we watch her play with her hands and listen to her babble and coo

...eating buttered cinnamon toast for breakfast

...playing charades with T's family that included made-up hand motions for “opposite”, “the”, and “it's a band”

...and eating our way through the Super Bowl game with a house full of old friends.

 

YUM

And tonight, it’s sitting on the sofa with T and Phoebe, watching and playing along with Jeopardy, eating stir fried veggies with peanut sauce and soba noodles.

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In other news, Mr. T has respectfully submitted the request to be known in this blog hereafter by a new name: Sven. Who am I to deny him this? Sven it is.