. . . The Good Friday church service. It was contemplative, sad, thoughtful and quiet. The sound of the mystical oboe and bassoon playing together has stayed with me. Simply beautiful.
. . . Being able to attend the above service with my husband. Thank you to Mamo and Poppa and Cousin Logan for watching Lily so we could go.
. . . Lily's laughter.
. . . The way Lily wanted to deliver every paper she saw in a driveway on our walks.
. . . My husband's understanding ears and big heart.
. . . Being able to sit with a neighbor.
. . . The children who danced in church yesterday morning.
. . . Twirling, no matter how dizzying the world seems.
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