Its Friday morning. The air in Los Altos is fresh and cool and each breath reaches way down into your lungs to replenish you...
The UrbanToddler finally slept through the night (she had been getting up at odd hours for a couple of weeks)... So the household, including my parents who are staying with us and have been tirelessly helping us, all got some much needed sleep.
Yesterday, we had attended a lovely and intimate cremation service for Mr. Urban's father, followed by a luncheon. By the time we got home, we were grateful that it was Thursday afternoon, and we could go for a quiet stroll at the farmers' market. We picked up some beautiful heirloom tomatoes, and a whole wheat baguette.
Mr. Urban, our girl, my mom, dad and I then sat on our patio for the next few hours, sipping Pinot Noir (and ice water for those of us not of age) and listening to Sting's Nothing Like The Sun album. The tomatoes with some good olive oil and the bread were delicious and the perfect supper.
When the UrbanToddler went to bed, we continued to soak in the cool summer air and shared memories of Mr. Urban's father... by 9:30 we all felt good and sleepy...
Mr. Urban and I started today early with a jog, and then coffee and breakfast, and hugs and kisses, and wishing one another a good day... And so the drumbeat of life caries us forward.
Happy Friday to All!
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