After five more inches of snow and a broken plow, we couldn't get out of the driveway for church. So we put together an impromptu brunch: fresh eggs, crunchy bread, spicy sausage. The atmosphere of the kitchen was almost overwhelming to me and I started to think (as I have been lately) of when I won't be waking up to this. There is chatter and laughter from multiple rooms, and little boys shoveling snow outside. And those sounds mixed with the sizzle of cooking food creates a music that I could record and listen to over and over when I am lonely. And so even on the most imperfect of days, these moments will still be remembered as some of my favorite.