would you hear me scream at the top of my lungs?

on saturday, i made three different kinds of chili.

last night, at about half seven, the two kates, morgen, robin and i sat around our paint stained round table with steaming bowls of food, pieces of buttered bread, glasses [both classy and klassy] filled with red wine and imitation sparkling beverage and ate and laughed and talked while candle light subtly lit our faces and rod stewart [don't even ask] sang about a woman named maggie.

moments like that- i'm not sure if what they make me feel can be put down in words. when i'm eighty ad the world is oving too fast i think this might be one of those memeories i slip back to. comprised of the best things in life- good food, good people and laughter- it's one of those moements that i never ever want to lose.

i think it might have saved me. and i think it might save me.