I hope they remember this: that the rain fell, heavy at times. That I said yes to reading books. That we put on snow boots and mittens and went to splash in puddles. That we had hot chocolate, with double marshmallows for the one who stayed out the longest.
What fades (I hope) are the stinkbugs on the floor, the awkward placement of too much furniture, the litany of things undone.
I am enjoying The Lacuna for lots of reasons: discoveries about recent history (hello, Bonus Army! hello, Trotsky!), the world of driven creativity, and the sweet lost language of Violet Brown. And the fact that all of it is worlds away from the struggles here: the quest for a loving way to embrace the everyday.
Quest. Embrace. Everyday.
So be it.
