Turning Monday night dinner into a breakfast picnic in our living room. Sure, our laundry is drying in the background and those flowers are clearly dead, but linen napkins and caramelized apples go far.
A little plant we like to call Basil. (Yes, Peter and I name our plants. It may have been a mistake in the case of this one since we then ate a good portion of him.)
This. I heart Kevin Bacon.
Kind doctors who have no problem answering questions by text message.
A cup of tea, our photos from Europe, a few ticket stubs, and memories being preserved.