pitting cherries with Lucy
Lu has been talking up a storm lately. Full sentences burst out of her. Pronouns. Articles. She has been saving it up for months.
Sometimes, however, all it takes is one word.
This afternoon, she and I were standing at the kitchen counter, me pitting cherries, and her eating them faster than I could pit them. The sun was coming through the window. It was just the two of us after a morning full of people we love.
She said something. I missed it. I leaned down. "What did you say, sweetie?"
"Happy," she said, and leaned her head against me.
Yes, my love. Happy.