There’s a million L.A. things I missed out on this weekend (Festival of Books, why am I not at you??), but I cooed at babies and hugged my grandma and kissed my mom. My nephew had my brother and I sandwich him with hugs and I felt my niece move inside my sister-in-law’s belly. My dad brought me Starbucks for breakfast this morning and he and my mom waved me off as I settled into a near empty train car to watch the fields of newly sprouting crops go by and a Game of Thrones book in my bag.
My loving husband is waiting in L.A. for and I suspect a delightful dinner date will cap off our evening.
There’s so many different kinds of wonderful in my life that it almost hurts.
There are people we all have in our lives that we are impressed with and humbled by. Most of mine are my cousins. How am I related to so many real people fighting such a good fight to be their best selves? Damn, cousins. You keep doing you and KILLING IT. Every one of you.