Sitting outside on the deck in spring sunshine feeding dried fruit to my baby. All she wants are raisins. I pick them up from the bag of trail mix one by one, selecting them carefully, and put them in her mouth, like a mother bird. The raisins are large and chewy. My baby is happy. In between begging, she smiles, giving me one of her just-for-mommy faces complete with don’t-I-know-it goofy grin.
I could do this all day – all my life – and be happy.
