Cropper is out climbing mountains with good men, he has been gone days and I have stayed late at work, coming home for dinner and then crawling into bed with the slow, lovely last library book of summer.  And now it is the first Saturday after the first week of school and I am meant to be in the shower right now, meant to be getting a coffee and then hitting the gym with the cohort where we will see how strong our legs, our shoulders have become.  And I will be mindful of the good things this body He created can do.

I am meant to be in the shower but I am here with feelings that need to be recorded.  I am feeling David's feelings:   He has done great things, and I am filled with joy.  Because there is a long, beautiful, black wedding dress hanging on my closet door, there is the sister who any day could ring with the news of a beautiful baby girl,  there is a classroom of beautiful monsters, there is my father who is showing me what it means to be brave with his beautiful art displayed in the heart of the city, there is my mother who must have known December is too far away, and there is a beautiful brother I have been missing for so long, back.

And life is, of course, beautiful still.