JulieLeung.com: a life told in tidepools

Elisabeth doesn’t speak many words, but one she tries to say is “doughboy”. She wraps her lips around the vowels, laughing as she says it. I think she knows it’s something silly. “Doughboy” reminds me of what our friends in Rhode Island would serve us – fried dough with tomato sauce – as we’d gather around a table in the kitchen, sharing stories and food with people we loved. Our baby’s never been there, but with a couple syllables from her lips, she reminds us of what we miss.