"Good job, just giving Betsy a quick snuggle," I say, "before finishing your job." Crouched over Betsy, Jane looks up, her face luminous.
"Thanks, Mom," she says.
"Sure," I say
"Really, thanks,"she says. "I maybe looked like I didn't notice your words, but," she taps her temple, "I did."
I nod. She smiles like a ribbon uncoiling, loping in the wind. She tips her head to me in minute salute and jollies on. The room reverberates from her example.
5522. My mom makes me a quilt for my birthday, my very own handmade quilt. It has linen on the inside and all my favorite colors on the outside. Love.
5523. Craig's parents join us for dinner. My favorite moment is when we all pray before bed with the kids. Each voice sounds a worshipful chorus.
5525. Peaches, fresh peaches. A whole family-sized bowl of them. Sweetness.
5524. We spend a weekend at the lake with family. A whole weekend with one responsibility, love each other, bask in our friendship. Riches.