Ten.Eight Hundred & Seventy-Seven

1. A little sleeping in.

2. Gray skies. She says she fell asleep to the sound of rain. I tell her I could hear while I was taking a bath. And wasn’t it so soothing?

3. Emails already. Of course, the day I figured I wouldn’t be busy enough to go into the office is the day an avalanche of questions pours in. It’s okay.

4. Costco on the day before. He tells me to relax. I try.

5. Sweet potato casserole, cheesy cabbage gratin, Alison Roman’s deep-dish apple galette. I think of the kind of conversation I want to have at dinner tomorrow; how to communicate gratitude as well as acknowledgment of the real truth of this particular day.

6. 2 glass dishes and 1 Italian glass carafe.

7. The feeling of being supported, to know you have people in your corner. And also know that you’re not making this stuff up even though you sometimes worry you’re taking it too personally.

8. All of this just leads to growth.

9. The galette is leaking and she says she hopes it doesn’t have a soggy bottom. I giggle. Leaking aside, I think it will be okay.

10. He says that he thinks we’re the only black family that didn’t eat macaroni and cheese. I laugh. I say that I almost thought about making it this week just because I actually do like macaroni and cheese. Like Aunt Monica’s. Yeah, like that.