Sleepy driving

1. Sleepy. My husband and I driving home from my parents house. Watching the sunset from I-80W,listening to George Winston's "Lullaby". We were just married last month. He wasn't in the mood for a long car trip, but he came anyway. Somehow, these moments are even sweeter now.
2. My mother, recovering from a liver biopsy, taking time to visit a friend who has the same illness, proudly showing her the wedding pictures.
3. My father advising me on care of my car, as he's been doing for me for the last 16 years.
4. My husband's mother just moved. In her new home, she made a photo wall - pictures of my husband and the rest of the family. In another room, she displays pictures of herself as a young dancer. Her new house, at 9600 feet, has a beautiful view of the mountains near Denver.
5. A friend I've known for two decades is getting married this week. We took her out for a few drinks over the weekend. I was enchanted by her happiness and the warmth surrounding her. I felt this at our wedding, but it was almost too overwhelming to absorb, and I am grateful to observe the rituals again from a slightly more detached perspective.