Spinnin, laughin, dancin to her favorite song, a little girl with nothing wrong is all alone. - Norah Jones

Oh, the weekend. Oh, the weekend. It was incomprehensibly good. I had an unexpectedly nice conversation with my father, an odd one with my thirteen year-old brother, and an interesting one with my mother. Mi familia son alta y tonta y loca todos los dias. I don't know what to do with them most of the time, so I revert to twelve year-old-ness and love them a lot without ever saying so. I swear the weekend was good. Seriously. It was just uncharacteristically good, which, (surprise of the century) makes me inclined to worry.

Crooked little smile on her face tells a tale of grace that's all her own.