762. a nighttime auto ride through the city: happy alone-ness in a sea of people
763. Friday evening with a sweet group of friends . . . sipping hot tea, idea-sharing, and praying together. Balm for my soul.
764. Maggie’s reminder that we’ve been friends for three years now, and I’m full of wonder at the passage of time, and the gift of a friendship forged in laughter and tears and forgiveness.
765. friends I can be myself with
766. a pantry full of gluten-free food, sent from loved ones in the States
767. gluten-free banana bread for breakfast and a peanut-butter-and-honey sandwich for lunch and homemade tomato basil soup and flatbread for dinner . . . comfort food again, at last!
768. Judah, tasting said tomato soup: “I feel like I’m dying.” Sigh.
769. Judah words: “marvels” (marbles), “that’s a-sgusting!!!” (that’s disgusting), “brek-thiss” (breakfast)
770. Amie words: “yayter” (later), “fays” (toys), “stoop” (scoot), “bax-it” (basket)
771. Judah’s belly laugh during the first five minutes of the new Winnie-the-Pooh movie
772. these kids, who are alive, who are healthy, who bring us delight every single day
773. a haircut at my favorite salon (thank you, Manoj!):
774. the puzzle and fun of learning another language
775. “aha” moments that explain some aspect of this culture
776. our teacher, Neetu, feisty and fun, who bucks against traditional views of women in her society and demands more.
777. Priya, who makes language-learning possible (as well as a lot of other things)
778. Priya took care of us all during these last two weeks of sickness
779. sunshine every day in our city
780. coffee is gluten-free
781. this little diva: