So much wonder exists in the making of pizza. Especially when you are three and enjoy throwing the ball of dough around!
Something so divine exists in the perfect shot.
Like this one. 😭😭 Shadow climbing out of the mud? Gutting twenty years later, too. Is that not wonder? The emotion that does not leave us.
The joy I’m seeing old friends who you haven’t played with since March.
Right after his dad’s own heart (not his mom’s!). Still a wonder 32 years in — why I don’t enjoy cheese!
In the *bug house* —- then immediately let it go. It was scared, we could tell.
And B. Having fun.