Today is a beautiful day. Beautiful.
Not because of the weather, the grey fog that has now turned into rain and sleet.
Not because of the blue jays sitting in the trees, although they are very impressive.
And certainly not because a total of three immunologists discussed my symptoms resulting in two of them speaking to me over the phone. And definitely not because I am back on the cortisone mountain for a couple of days.
Today is absolutely beautiful because it's her birthday. My girl, this young woman, so alive, so at home in the world. Skype-laughing with us, the antipodean summer all around her. Always lucky, eating fresh strawberries on her birthday in November.