Marveling at the mundane. These are the first in a series of domestic musings by a suburban middle-aged Dad.
(First in a series… Ahem. well, if I ever write any more that is.)
Burnt toast in the air.
Homey smell of her husband’s
We pick our battles.
Parents teach love, justice, truth.
Fail squeezing toothpaste.
Family is life.
Love, laugh, grow together, but
Socks don’t sort themselves.