Before I forget...
Laura and I were headed home from Northeast and then this. I gasped and pulled over and snapped this shot that does not do that moment justice. Life begins to look different when you realize that nothing is guaranteed and this sunset, this beer with a friend, this silly smile from a student, this afternoon stuck in writing a paper is a gift and cannot be taken for granted.
I hope you have a beautiful weekend. My feet will be planted in Xela, with lots of school work on Saturday and a new project on Sunday. I would love to squeeze in a long walk with Dagny in the hills, take a crack at cutting my own bangs, and try a few recipes, but we'll see how it goes.
Happy Friday, friends. The first week back was rough, but we made it.