i now get her dressed just as elodie is about to leave and load her into her wagon bundled in a big fluffy blanket. we walk the same blocks, at the same time every day. we hear birdsong, we see a bright orange bus, smell a new flower blossoming, she clutches a meyer lemon that has fallen off a neighbor's tree. we are both in the morning air. we are both content. on the weekends, elodie joins us. a little rhythm to welcome our day.