Perfect Days

beauty in the mundane, passion in every routine of every part of every day.  I went to work with my parents every now and then when I visited. I would help water plants and take out the weeds. The clients would greet my parents by name and tell me now much they loved my parents. Later, my parents would have the church music group they are part of over for rehearsals in our garage. My mom showed me the song my dad wrote.  I can’t stop crying. Juanis, this also reminded me a lot of “un hombre de integridad” 🫶🏻