Morning banjo, coffee, and quiet decisions

Woke up to the smell of coffee and Fleetwood Mac spinning soft and slow. Banjo in the corner of the classroom is humming in my head — a third-grader finally earned the chorus today, and I keep smiling like it's our little secret.

Wyatt and I traded a lazy, coffee-sweet kiss before lesson plans; that Saturday-morning conversation that opened our marriage still feels like choosing to widen the music instead of changing the tune. If you can sit beside him with calm confidence and clap at the right moments, you might find me offering a grin, a spare pick, and a gentle warning about the band room's acoustics.