What do you get when you cross “extraordinary” loved ones that still talk to me, work load blessings beyond belief, memorable road trips, while living through a remodel to renovate a 148 year old building?
It’s either a sh*t load of patience or … immense gratitude.
Probably both … but I haven’t had enough coffee to make up a new word.
Still looking for that rhythm that I thought I once had.
Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.