By Friday afternoon I had lost a lot of faith in the teenagers of today. I think I’m allowed to say that, considering between work and church I spend the majority of my time surrounded by those still unable to vote for a few years. By the following evening my hope had been restored, and I think the simple joy of an unassuming Saturday was the cure. Plus that whole absence makes the heart grow fonder thing. Grateful for a day of eating sweets, working outside, playing with the pup and reuniting with friends–all with the husband by my side. And cacti, thankful for cacti.