February 21

The boys of the house have a tradition of hiking along the Pleasanton Ridge on President's Day, so that's what they did this morning.

After they finished, Abby and I jumped in my car and met them at the Dairy downtown for some ice cream cones.

It was a windy but lovely day, the ice cream was delicious as always, and the company was fantastic. So for all of those not-small but ordinary blessings, I am grateful.