How many days until 8?

I have just come upon this beautiful little piece of code. The fairy will move closer to the birthday cake everyday until P's birthday!! All by itself!

Beautiful, eh?

My Man

Makes me laugh out loud.

We are floating around on an endless sea of rolling waves. First I fall in. He pulls me back up with some unpredictable antic. Then he falls in and we laugh him back onto the raft.

Egbert always laughs--so she never falls in--except when she hears the opening chord of "I Love You." Then she is the moon crying.

And I fall in again...

Passing time

Early Autumn. This is the time of ossification.

I am constantly amazed by the passage of time. All of the cycles and cycles within cycles. How equally significant they are--the microcosm and the macrocosm. How each cell's dying and rebirth heralds an entirely new being every single moment now and forever.

Even that which has seemingly ossified is transient.