May your weekend be filled with fruit, both the kind you eat and the kind that develops character. May this typically gray time of year carry uncharacteristically colorful gifts, and may you receive them with open hands. Dare to step into this mysterious new year with the kind of wonder you can’t control – open, curious, hilarious wonder.¬†Enjoy your weekend, friends.

And ps? I asked a trivia I never answered. Dad was the first one of us to start a blog. Then me. Then my sister … for those of you who can’t sleep without knowing.