I am celebrating quiet moments with friends over warm bowls of curry, a weekend away in the Ozarks and a home I love.
All of this is happening in the same week, the same day, the same hour. All of the tears and the joy are both the pieces and the whole. They are the crust and the filling. They are the broken bones and the foot-tapping tunes and they cannot be separated from each other. They are all part of the same.