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"I've been really liking First and Second Peter," Jane says. She flops an argyle rice bag into the microwave and closes the door.
"Really?" I say. "About the persecuted church?" Opposite my girl, I lean an elbow on the counter, a plate of peach pie balanced in my hand. I cut the triangle tip off the pie and eat it.
"Yeah," she says. She turns the microwave dial to three minutes, presses start. "I mean, I like listening to Revelation too. I'm just not sure I want to hear about bowls of wrath being poured out and then wake up sweating," she says.
I laugh. She grins. "When you're listening tonight, pick your favorite part, and then tell me about it in the morning," I say.
"Okay," she drawls. "I will." She blinks in time with a slow nod. I eat another mouthful of pie, peach almond filling warm and effusive. Bedtime, it's a three-step watlz with Jane and me.
I ask her in the morning, "So what was your favorite part?"
"Hmm, I can't remember," she says. "I knew before I fell asleep, but now I forgot."
"Oh. Well, listen again tonight," I say.
Then it's bedtime again and the liturgy of jammies and toothpaste. I change the baby. Jane pokes her head in.
"I remember my favorite part," she says, First and Second Peter ambling in the background.
"Oh, what is it?"
"Ahhm, hmmm, I just forgot. Wait," she stares up and to the right, "hmm." I watch her, undivided attention bunching up like a scarf encircling us. "Oh yeah," she says. "It's the part where it says if you are praying, you never have to be afraid."
"Oh," I say. "I like that. I don't remember that part." We nod. An umbilical cord of connection pulses for a moment. "That's really good," I say.
And with that a whole universe folds up like a paper crane between us. Bedtime ensues. Children tumble into bed.
Later, in mind's eye, that paper crane, I pull it out to trace again the folds of love.
If you are praying, you never have to be afraid.
5603. Spices, the gift of spices. We restock the shelves of flavor.
5604. Jane finishes her stay as kitchen manager. Craig and I agree: we will miss all the pie.
5605. We experience again the special love of family and friends bringing us food and caring for our children.
5606. Betsy eats and sleeps like a champ.
5607. Craig and Jane brine and cook a 25 lb. turkey for the postpartum recovery.
5608. Joey samples my most expensive make-up with an electric toothbrush and a bottle of lotion. It's a total loss. Craig buys me new mascara so I don't have to go out.
5609. He runs all manner of errands, even those with the most exacting detail. Sometimes he comes home with chocolate.
5610. Mom makes our weekly talk date happen nary missing a beat.
5611. We pass the 15 year anniversary of our wedding engagement. Now more than ever, I'm convinced Craig can handle anything with strength and ease. We all lean into him.
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