The world has its ways to quiet us down.

Last year we had a FOCUS party, and for some reason the memory of it keeps playing in my brain. We all got together, watched the season finale of American Gladiator, played Guesstures, and ate chips. A pretty simple evening spent with a lot of great people. But my favorite part, the part that seems to be on repeat, is when we were all laying on our bellies, scattered across the floor listening to Jack Johnson while it rained outside. I'm not going to say I live for those moments. But I do cherish them. It's like they're tucked away safely in the back of my mind, touched by no one. I like that.