my kind of hallmark moment
It’s couscous, spicy greens and yams sweetened with syrup and pecans.
It’s my clothes laid out and my messes put away without any fussing.
It’s the lists made for me or emails reminding me what I’ve forgotten.
It’s coming home each night to a kiss and him listening to my fussing.
It’s the conversations: Darfu, Guantanmo, Indi films and preteen obsessions.
It’s the knowing I’m enough and I have plenty.