:: hearing my children sing the lines "happy birthday Mama" to me. It was a first.
:: seeing Dad sitting in my yard: first visit to my house since the accident.
:: having tea with two of my aunties, my Mom, and my daughter at a darling tea shop with real scones.
:: envisioning my youngest niece attending her first day of classes at Westmont.
:: discovering that the chicken-manure-smell that had permeated our yard all day was not, actually, chicken manure delivered to the to the organic garden next door, but was indeed, the remains of our youngest goat, Chester.