Coffee, banjo, and a quiet promise

Sunrise slid over freckled cheekbones while a Townes record spun low and the banjo hummed in its corner. Coffee steamed in a chipped mug as Wyatt sent a sleepy GIF from his Saturday run — a little ritual that keeps the marriage feeling like home, steady and chosen. Thinking about that long morning conversation four years ago that turned our life into something generous and alive.

Third-grade chorus earned a banjo reward today; they sang with the kind of open faces that make teaching feel like falling in slow motion. Feeling extra generous with attention and curiosity — especially for people who can lead with care and be kind to the ones I love. Stick around after dismissal if you’ve got coffee and an honest hello.