One of the more pleasant parts of fighting with a partner of nearly two decades is that we are able to move quickly in and out of conflict. Go for a drive. Share a meal with your children together. Settle in for an afternoon spent in separate parts of the house. Check in on each other via text message. Meet up for an episode on the couch. Don’t talk about the thing until you’re ready. Climb into the same bed. There is always tomorrow. Hopefully.

It’s gonna be a good day…

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The kids resurrected their hopes and dreams for a neighborhood gang… so far, they’ve recruited several children and brought in $50 via yard chores and homemade brownies. They’ve asked for vests or hats, and I think we’re going to make it happen for them. Good work, Hancock Crew.

Our sandhill cranes showed up yesterday morning. We’ve been watching the sky for Alex & Alex for days, and they’ve finally returned. Summer is coming.

At one of local breakfast joints the other day, I noticed a familiar senior couple walk in. They recently and tragically lost their son, one of our town’s beloved commercial fishermen. When the server asked the couple how they were doing, the man gave a sad smile and answered, “Oh, so so.” So simple, so vulnerable, so honest. I loved that.

Are they locking? Oh, they’re locking! I haven’t caught them doing that yet. ::raises camera into the air::

Locking?

Talons.

Oh, like a fight?

Sort of. As part of the mating ritual, eagles will lock talons and then free fall for a bit.

Sounds like our marriage, in a way.

My son gently touched my knee as he stood from his seat this morning, making his way to the stage to lead worship, and my heart melted out of my body and onto the floor.