Magnolia June was sleeping on her mama's chest and I took off my boots and crawled onto the bed and said, "Let me hold her," and I did.
Owen brought me his report card and we went over it carefully. He got all A's except for one B in language arts.
"Do you know what language arts are?" I asked him.
"Art?" he said.
I told him and read out loud all the S's he got (for Satisfactory) in behavior and so forth.
Resolves problems and conflicts appropriately.
"Do you know what that means?" I asked him again.
"I'm good all the time?"
And so forth.
Gibson came in and snuggled for a minute. I had a baby in one arm and a boy in the other. He told me he loved me. It was heaven. Lily and I talked. She told me that last night she heard Jason listening to some woman with a strange accent on his phone.
"What are you listening to?" she asked him.
"Somehow I signed up for daily updates from Channel 6 in Perth."
"How did you do that?"
"I'm not sure."
"Why are you listening to it?"
"You never know. Something exciting might happen in Perth. Last week there was a wildfire."
I laughed and laughed.
My cheek is sticky from candy that Gibson was eating and gave to me when he tired of it. My heart is full of this.
"I know," I said. "And crooked too."
I cried again, holding that girl. She is softer than rose petals. She is sweeter than than the breath of angels.
And Owen learned to whistle today.
I feel as if I might be melting from the inside-out but I should probably get over that and go cook supper.