froth & flutter

-Having my morning coffee with vanilla Blue Bell ice cream in it instead of cream, because my sister likes hers that way best, and I seem to crave it when I'm around her.  I love the way it froths a bit like a latte and those tiny flecks of real vanilla bean are divine.

-The way my niece Olivia's eyelids droop sleepily as I give her a bottle.  There are so many lessons that come from babies: contentment and interdependence being two.

-A rapid gust of wind, sending leaves on trees rattling and Hayden's fur swirling around his face.  There's a change in the air.