Ten days out. Long days of school, a trip to the east coast for a funeral, late nights, early mornings, (over and over again) and emails and work and volunteering piling up unmercifully--
Joy is still on the throne.
I can't explain it. Why we trip down the road at twilight the five of us that remain, and laugh instead of cry.
I can't explain it except to say that our joy is unutterably full.
And it doesn't even seem like they're gone.
They aren't really... They're closer than they were when she slept upstairs.
Even if we only exchange maybe one email a week.
The joy of giving far outshines the joy of having.
I can't explain it.
I feel no need to try.
Almost every table and windowsill in the house boasts their faces in some form.
And almost every conversation includes references to "Lukey and Chantée."
Something tells me that for some time, that's how it'll stay.