It’s raining outside. Again. I’m reading a new book and Milo is sleeping. Every now and then we both let out deep sighs. Our family is incomplete without Patrick here. He’s still in Paris for work. But despite missing him we have it good here. A cozy afternoon with lit candles and some sort of make believe fall outside the window. I felt like I ran out of internet earlier today. You know that feeling when you’ve read every page…
