In the passenger seat, watching two old men in a convertible nod their heads in unison to music, hearing a motocyclist pull a wheely in the far left lane and speed off, feeling much cooler than he was in actuality.
Sun streaming, in the company of people I love so freaking much. Trader Joe's and canoes and Blue Angels and splashing and Quelf.
I cannot put voice to the assurance I have that our joy is God's joy.
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