grateful this morning.

for a home filled with books and art and music and light.

that i didn't miss a single train this week—a rarity of life in a city.

for the countdown to my family's visit. we're down to mere days now.

for the moment this week when a book fell open and i found an inscription from my grandmother, dated june 2003. how my heart needed that.

for the small and lovely joys coloring my world at this very moment—a lemon candle, birds on my windowsill, piping hot coffee, fleet foxes on the record player.