Today I got a phone call from CA Cop that went something like this:
CA Cop- "He--- oh, sorry I'll have to call you back."
As I hung up the phone I stood in my kitchen and observed my surroundings. Remnants of the day were distributed throughout my home, but I became caught up in the four paintings laying out to dry on my kitchen counter. It became one of those moments. The type where you just let the impact set in. I was thinking how blessed I was to have been present when those paintings were dreamed up and then created. And when they were completed, I got to wash the paint off their little fingers, cheeks, and arms.