i grew up with the radio always on. my parents loved public radio, and i literally don't think anything in the whole wide world has made my mother prouder than one of my stories (read by me) being on a npr show. it was the first thing i heard in the morning, a murmur under my parents having coffee at the kitchen table and my mother blow drying her hair out there. it was on when i got home, having been left to play for our dog to keep her company. it was the soundtrack to every sunday i can recall.
i love that i married a man who loves public radio, who listens to it daily, who thinks sending money to them is important. it also cracks me up how he talks back to the radio, sometimes yelling at it, like my pop used to do. we all have those moments when we realize we married one of our parents, and that's one of mine.
we also cleaned our living room today, which we don't do often enough. man, when it is tidy, it is amazing in here! there's so much room for activities.