ENGINEER: Did you have a good day?

ME: It was okay, thank you. A Tuesday.

ENGINEER: Tuesday comes between Monday and Friday!

ME: (soul dies a little more)

August 28, 2003

My baby cousin, Kaitlyn, paid me a visit. She discovered a set of stacked coasters and began taking them apart, then piling everything up again. She had everything upside down at first, and I was leaning down to help her when my mother said, "Let her do it herself."

"But I don't want her to know that the world is hard," I said, then did the thing that was hard, and struggled to let her struggle.

August 27, 2003

A baby.

A brand-new baby boy, Tyler John, the first boy in my family to be born in over thirty years. As he is my blood relative, I sit confident in the knowledge that he is gorgeous and smart. His mama is a microbiologist and his daddy has a PhD. He is going to have the best science projects in the history of the planet. ("And what have you brought to show the class, Tyler?" "The Death Star.")

On this same day, the findings of the Columbia investigative board will be released. The week we lost her, one of my best friends sent me a bouquet of flowers with the news that in nine months I was going to be an auntie.

For each sorrow, a joy.

August 26, 2003

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