Yesterday morning was a total meltdown - not only was it raining (lightly) when we went outside to take photos, but we discovered once we went to take the first picture that our camera was dead. So, we had to resort to iPhone photos. I guess things could have been worse.
In my opinion, when you're dressed in something as comfortable as a baseball tee + Converse, there's virtually no chance of having a bad day. I just can't get over my love for this shirt - it's striped, has leather detailing, and goes great with big necklaces. It's pretty much the Platonic form of everything I like in clothing.
While yesterday was undoubtedly a good day, I have to admit that I cried during my entire drive home from work. It had nothing to do with what happened to me yesterday, and everything to do with what I was listening to - David Sedaris on This American Life reading his essay about his sister's suicide. The essay is centered around the experience of growing up in a big family, an experience I relate to in almost every detail. More than anything, this passage made me sob and laugh and marvel how remarkably true it is all at the same time:
"This is how I thought of it, for though I’ve often lost faith in myself, I’ve never lost it in my family, in my certainty that we are fundamentally better than everyone else. It’s an archaic belief, one that I haven’t seriously reconsidered since my late teens, but still I hold it. Ours is the only club I’d ever wanted to be a member of, so I couldn’t imagine quitting."
I miss you, family.
There's a cheery thought to send you off into your weekend...regardless, have a great one!