may 24, 2025

while baby was sleeping and his brother was in the “big city” getting oysters with his dad I finally finished tracking harmonies for my third album.

later, on our walk to the park, I hear:

“triceratops!

triceratops cloud!”

it isn’t that the baby never cries or that his brother never squeezes his hand too hard on purpose or that I only sometimes sleep truly well.

it’s that the woman walking past said,

“my, have you got your hands full!”

and my heart said,

“yes —

yes, they are.

they are so, so full of love.”