I’m grateful for the video Carla shared with me of a young man reciting a poem about his doubt.
I’m grateful that the warmer-than-seasonal weather has returned.
I’m grateful for the spirit of love I find for my very predictable dad, who called today to postpone his intentions to visit to celebrate Sullivan’s birthday until “sometime halfway between Sullivan’s birthday and Éa’s birthday.” I intend to call him tomorrow. God, grant grace on a salty tongue.