Joseph

This weekend will be fantastic, I think. Joseph, Joseph, Joseph is coming today! And we will have laughing and beautiful piano playing and creative, abstract, awe-inspiring theories to wrap around us this weekend. All in the essence of Joseph. Of course, there isn't any pressure. I love him very much. I would love Joseph if he said he didn't want to go to the mall to get a birthday present for Alex F.'s Sweet 16 with me, if he didn't want to talk about interesting things late at night, if he wanted to sleep all day. I love you all. I love my brothers and my sisters, my parents and grandparents, friends, aunts, uncles, cousins. I love you. If happiness is a choice, it's one I should make. Somehow, family comes way before homework. Thanksgiving, Christmas, all of it's coming up. I saw my first Christmas lights of the season yesterday, a house like a Gingerbread cottage with the white framing the windows. We listened to Chronicles of Narnia and Jenny Oaks B. in the car as mom drove us to mutual. Outside, it was cool and wet and silent. A good silence. The kind of silence that builds up inside of you until you're bursting with happiness and expectations for the future. It's those times that Christmas is coming. And the rest of life too.