Loved the soft, pretty light of this morning.

Thankful for excellent insight into how to

organize something I was trying to manage.

Loved running into my niece on campus

(a student of the honors college)

and having a lengthy chat with her in the sunshine.

Loved the story Michelle told me about Roman.

He met a boy who speaks only Spanish.

He said the boy seemed shy and quiet.

So Roman walked up to him,

and in a very friendly six-year-old gesture,

blurted out his entire Spanish vocabulary:

"Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis,

siete, ocho, nueve, diez."

The boy just stared at him with big eyes, Roman said.

And Roman was pleased about being so very bilingual.

Happy Friday!