Bless the skies. It finally rained today! The morning has been beautiful and the smells outside the window are refreshing. Mr. Urban, the girls and I took a drive in the rain, listened to vintage French songs, and marveled at the beauty around us, at these foothills, the old wooden fences for miles... I hoped that we all remember this day, this smell, this drive, years and years from now. Everyone was taking it in for a long time (until some of us just couldn't any more). Later we made our first fire of the year in the fireplace and enjoyed cups of soup that I made for the girls' weekly soup. The soup was a new variation of the same-old but it hit the spot nicely. Life has been chock full of newness and excitement, every day. No matter how some days can be completely hazy from the fatigue of the flu that never leaves us or the unsteadiness that comes from lack of sleep, every day has thankfully brought its gifts. Singing New Songs, Saying New Words, B