My son had drawn a map of belonging in blue crayon.

We ate sandwiches.

Rose taught me a game involving invisible butterflies.

Elias made me chase him along a path lined with maple trees.

I ran badly in dress shoes and laughed until my chest hurt.

When the picnic ended, Hannah buckled them into her car and reminded them to wave goodbye.

Rose blew me a kiss.

Elias rolled down his window enough to shout, “See you Thursday!”