christopher's parents hosted the lot of us and it was bare feet and sunshowers, peonies on the table and ribs on the grill. i made grandma georgia's pineapple cake. christopher made guacamole. bob dylan filled our ears. we roared over stories from before christopher's parents were married. when it got cold, we lit a fire and curled into knit blankets with paperbacks and sleepy eyes -- odd behavior for the middle of may, but a feast for our spirits nonetheless. we delighted in ella, all dimples and cheeks, wondering what we used to talk about before there was a babe in the family. we gave thanks to and for the mamas. such big, hard, bright work they do.
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