every day

Sometimes, I just want to be able to do stuff like this. But then I think, is that enough? What is enough?
Today has not been so good so far. It will improve, though.
When I grow up, I will have a house packed with wood furniture that my Dad built. All of us will, because there will be so much that a single one of us couldn't fit it all in our house. And all the furniture that he built for this house in the garage will move all over the country and be scattered into little corners of the world, eventually.
I think I'm a little over-emotional right now.