A life filled with good things. My dear mother gives me one of her Reverse Pep Talks (“I alwayz know zat wheneffer everysing iss going well, zat’s when sings start going wrrrrong”) (she doesn’t even speak like that, but I know she loooooves my, frankly, inspired impression of her) and even putting aside the fact that the very nature of Things Going Right is that you then notice when something, anything comes up which isn’t great, I make a conscious choice to put that parcel of gifted fear aside.
The baby turns her head back and forth on the bed to Taylor Swift, giving me perfect deadpan side-eye in time to the beat. Youngest siblings, right? After a long nap, she hangs out in my office and takes all my carefully ordered drawers to pieces, scribbling over my handmade gift tags and slowly shredding invoices. Tonight, almost two hours after all the buns should be asleep, when I’m desperately trying to finish the urgent work I had to put aside this afternoon to rescue my wireless box from her redesign, I can still hear bright, jolly singing from her cot.
It’s a great pleasure.