Is there any better feeling in the world than a tiny baby, heavy with sleep, nuzzled into you? I can't think of many. (Except maybe being wrapped up in the arms of the man you love :) ) I had to run to catch the bus from South Station, and scraped up my legs a bit when I wiped out on the escalator, but all was well as soon as I sat down on the bus and knew I was just hours away from my friends. We played at a park today, and I pointed out two spider webs to an exited little guy, then he got a great deal of joy from watching me slide down the tall slide. There was a long walk and much talk about you (and how much they want to meet you!) Now bread dough is rising and the baby is nursing and we're watching Gilmore Girls. Soon there will be wine and calzones and salad. And light on green hills. How can one heart hold so much joy? This trip is a gift. You are a gift. I love you.