The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.''

'Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.'

“If we call these foothills, can we call the little trees 'foot trees?''' (While driving in the foothills.)

I hope they get here soon. The kids are biting at the chomp.