a visit to my sister in san francisco. we painted. biked. cooked. in her cute little kitchen as we caught up on life. relationships, work, crazy nights, family moments, the good the bad, the ugly. i chopped, she cooked. or I cooked, she chopped. She cleaned, I stirred. omelettes. fajitas. coffee. and good conversaton. Chopped up, diced up, and threw in whatever was around. in all of this, the main ingredient. LOVE
(sometimes the rest just doesnt matter.....)
