Take the 405 to the 101, to the 134…in 0.2 miles exit on your left. I don’t need my gps to get here anymore, some things are just second nature now, getting here is like making my eggs in the morning, I don’t measure seasonings, I just go. This particular day I drove the entire way: windows down, soaking up the 80 degree weather, and singing my heart out to the same Florence + The Machine song on repeat…
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive
As I pulled onto A.P’s folks’ street, I turned my music down, parked the car and absorbed the good feeling I always get when I’m in the valley…all of a sudden I can’t hear the freeway anymore, the streets are lined with deeply rooted trees, the houses look like homes, warm, inviting, comforting.
Within seconds of stepping through his parents red door I’m greeted with the smell of a freshly baked chocolate cake, hugs, laughter, and before I can sit down I have at least two dogs vying for my attention.
Feels like home
Photos from the evening
Food was amazing… there is nothing like a home cooked meal.
Kona, their rescued Rotweiler was making the sweetest faces in a valiant effort to sample some steak.
Chocolate Cake and a glass of milk for dessert? Don’t mind if I do!
Love their backyard, we played with the pups for awhile…A.P can get them to all howl at the same time!
Joey & Yogi
How beautiful a day can be
When kindness touches it!