Last night Olivia asked me to come and see “her favorite thing in the world.” She wouldn’t tell me what it was. I hesitated. I did not want to get up from what I was doing. But I relented. She led me to the back porch stoop and sat me down, then pointed at the trees. The sky was midnight blue and the trees were black lace. But in between the limbs were a million twinkling lights. The fireflies were dancing up high among the trees, and it was as if the trees were lit with fairy lights. I have never before noticed them in this way. I have seen them in the yard, but not decorating the trees. I love that she showed me this. She trusts me enough to share things with me and I love that, too.
