and doing dances it’s never done.  I’m grateful and in love, but more than that.  Seeing the picture bigger.  Henry doing well in his little class earlier, Emma saying sweet things to me when we got home, and Jack my little Kerouac… saying how happy he is to be here, have Daddy Dinner, “…hang out in the loft…” as he put it.  How they seem my, my current thought.  How they’ll read this.  Today turned my character into a sea of realization and humility, gratitude, love, peace.  Another smile.