Yesterday I turned up Helen Reddy’s “I Am Woman” really loud and lay on the kitchen floor. Arms straight out to the side. I sang along with Helen, but heard amm’s voice. My toes moved in time with the music, the rest of me remaining still. I could feel the tears fall down my cheeks and collect in my hair, behind my ears.

It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

At the end of the song, Nick walked into the kitchen holding Arrine. I looked at her and her pudgy little arm was waving ferociously. It’s her way of dancing when being held. And it made me smile.