This week my daughter came home to mark turning twenty-one, and we drove through some snow to spend a day in Boston. From our hotel we could see the gold-domed State House past the snow-gilded trees.
Emily stayed in while I said my hello to these cold ducks in the Public Garden and fetched coffee. Then I read her the first two chapters of The Lightning Thief, which we picked up after seeing the movie.
Family gathered to take happy turns holding Ben’s (my nephew) and Kelly’s baby Ian. Now Emily keeps saying, “I miss the baby.” Kelly returns to teaching tomorrow, so my thoughts are with her as I know the separation will be tough. Even though Ben just left his job to be a full time dad.
On Saturday I spent the afternoon in the kitchen. Em set a pretty table with white roses and lilies and gold stars drifting in the water, and we toasted her turning twenty-one. I gave her one of my two advanced copies of Borrowed Names, which is dedicated to her.
Right now Em and her friend Lindsay are tucked upstairs, but they’ll be going back to work and school and new homes soon. I’ll have more time to write in the afternoons as well as the quiet mornings, but I’m going to miss their laughing.