It’s not always the big events or programs. Sometimes it is, but most of the time around here, it is just the everyday conversations and interactions that end up as uniquely, imperfectly divine.
Jay bought this old van. It’s big and rusty and puffs of dust exhale every time you sit on the seats. When we (he) got it, the ceiling felt was falling down around the passengers, and everything rattled an achy, brittle moan as we drove along. I was unimpressed, but Jay saw potential where I just saw a pit. [Read more…]