Jake Weidokal

I love my wife.

I walked up the stairs and turned the corner to see her slathering cream cheese on a piece of sourdough.

She looked me in the eyes, wide-eyed, and said “I’ve been caught breadhanded!”

Then proceeded to laugh maniacally like an evil villain.

Imagine having a binder full of all the terms of service you have agreed to and are currently subject to. How thick is it? How much have you read? Any? I’d wager most people’s binders are at least floor to ceiling. Sounds stressful but… who cares? Mostly no one. I never think about terms of service. Until this random Sunday morning. Strange.

So far, I think I’m most proud to have passed on a love of pocket journals to my daughter ❤️ She loves scribbling on the pages and showing off what she drew.

After taking this picture, she disassembled the pen she was using, pulled out the refill, blew on it, and squealed “Blow bubbles!”. She has now been dipping the pen refill in and out of the pen body and blowing on it for the past few minutes pretending to blow bubbles. She is such a sweet soul. My heart is full.