Today we went to one of our very favorite places, Sugar Grove Nature Center. The girls kept inviting friends until our car was full. When we got there, we discovered that there was a Golden Retriever group holding an adoption event, and neither girl asked me to adopt another dog. I take this as a sign of happiness, that they are not feeling a lack or an empty space or a failing we need to distract ourselves from. It is progress measured by demands not made.
The place was exactly as I remembered it, except that the girls were almost too big to fit on the tree swing, but not too big that climbing the big tree wasn't a little scary. The creek still occupied most of their time, and the canopy of trees above my head as I lay on the bench looked the same as I remembered.
Friday was full of bad news, but Saturday reminded me that everything important is still the same. I made my own Mother's Day gift with the girls, and I think it will be my very favorite one, ever.