i think about my ancestors. madeline who married jacques in 1792. my maternal grandmother's side, if we're keeping track. i wonder if she used to lean more on one leg than the other when standing still. what made her cry? i wonder if they loved each other. if they fought. i wonder about her dreams. if they were in color, like mine.
bryan and i have been debating a question for a couple weeks now. if you had to make a choice, which would you rather give up: butter or chocolate?
we fell on different sides of the fence.