Tuesday, March 5, 2013

a dinner conversation

The other night while we were having dinner, my husband turned to Babs and asked her "How you doin'?" She smiled broadly and answered "Great!" (or "gweat," as she says it). Then she asked him, and he said fine. Then she asked Kiddo, who said she was doing good. Then she asked me, and I said okay.

Then I asked her (again), and she answered again, with the same smile, "Great!" And I was wise enough to see the moment for what it was. She was great. She was sitting at the table, involved in the conversation. She wasn't hungry, she was with the people she loved most, and we were playing a game. She is great, and I am glad to see it.