my head is pata pata, the part where miriam screams going into the final chorus. on infinite repeat.

woke up to a kiss, walked to work with cool air behind me, then stood in line next to the most beautiful father ever. his wide shoulders and latin roots...good god. with sweetiepie daughter smiling at the cookies.

today is joy and color born out of stress, somewhat like our new neighborhood.

i can't wait to move.