It was not a spectacular day.

I liked it all the more for that.

PART 11

By the time Owen began trying to stand, my life contained a new kind of exhaustion.

He pulled himself upright on chair legs and grinned like a mountain climber at a summit.

Then he sat down heavily and demanded to begin again.

Every drawer needed a latch.

Every floor corner revealed a treasure he intended to put in his mouth.