As I write this; Jesse is making me scrambled eggs, half caffeinated coffee, and toast. Roy Orbison is singing Candy Man in the living room. My job is to flip the record in a timely manner and comment on how good the kitchen is beginning to smell.
It's sinfully beautiful outside for the second day of January. We plan to take a walk to the library after breakfast. Maybe later we'll catch a movie with the theater tickets we got for Christmas.
Jesse sings along to Sweet Dreams Baby while cracking eggs.
I remember him once telling me that he had fantasized about one day singing his kids to sleep.
I think that's going to work out.