Gratitude is a funny thing. It creeps up on you. It can make you weepy.
Tonight at dinner we were imagining what we’d do if no one told us what to do anymore. If you could plan one whole day without responsibilities, how would you spend it? We’ve been having authority problems, you see. It was just a question to start a conversation. I said I’d write more, sleep more, and probably never cook again. My partner wants to go to guitar stores and be that guy who plays every single guitar and never buys a thing. Sissy wants more time to read and to go to Ikea twice a day for more organizational supplies. I tell you, we dream big around here. Piper’s answer? “I’d just want to be with my Sissy. That’s all.”
And it’s enough.
I stand by the theory that Piper is the name of a person who makes you skydive if you say you’re going to skydive; additionally, it is also the name of a person who makes you want to dance out the worries.
I blame it all on you for playing guitar to her in utero. I’ll be sending her to Aunt Avni when she hits puberty. You’re welcome.