This is one of my favorite pictures of Lydia, taken when she was nine. The day of her birth ranks as one of the happiest days of my life.
She is beautiful, inside and out, kind-hearted and wise.
Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.
“Do you know what day it is?” I asked Christopher.
Eden turned 7 last Monday. That morning I asked her how it felt.
“I don’t feel different yet,” she said, “it takes a while to get used to.”
Yesterday we were driving when she said out of the blue, “Mom, I can’t believe the world never stops.”
I asked her what she meant.
“Let’s say you’re dead but there’s still things happening when you’re not alive. Somebody’s probably still playing, somebody’s still running and that’s never ever going to stop.”
I was quiet.
“It’s just something strange I think about.”
“It’s a deep thought.” I said.
“It’s a good thing to think about.” She said.
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