I'll tell you something.
I collect a lot things:
T-shirts, in towering soft stacks in my closet.
Nature's hearts -- rocks, leaves, tiny sea shells-which I keep in a small bowl by my kitchen sink.
Quotes that stun me, stop me, inspire me-written on whatever I can record them on...
February embraced me with her gray folds. Hibernation-worthy fatigue walloped me after a harsh winter and, frankly, a long year. Looking back, I could see why I was exhausted. Surgery. Recovery. A cross-country move. A CROSS-COUNTRY MOVE. Heart-breaking goodbyes, soul-mending hellos. Cardboard boxes. F*cking boxes. Unknown quantities of pizza. Big...
I stood at the kitchen sink with the usual school morning mayhem unfolding around me. Washing, drying, packing, fielding, answering, signing Important Things, reminding. Oh, and, of course, mitigating the seemingly endless bickering. But that's a post for another time.
Henry sat down on the kitchen floor to put on...
"I need to show you something. Can you please come here?"
"Let me finish bringing in the groceries and I'll be right there."
I rounded up the last bags and dropped them in the kitchen. I walked through the house, looking for Abby.