What is the color of BrookLyn's giggle, of the feel of little Jonathan hands holding my thumbs as we climbed down to the great hole of holding Jonathan on my lap as we played nintendo of pushing Paul in the baby swing and watching his faces, of getting Peter to stop and making him laugh.
What is that color? In the moment. Joy. Play.
That is the color of tonight, at Tracy's farewell dinner.
Goodbye Sunday.
journalled in 2006, posted in 2009
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