Today I put a little dove made of clay between the roots of Nadine’s tree. I cannot recall the details but she received it from some relative sometime and we developped some banter from it that turned into a running gag for some time. Take it as a symbol for the fun we both could gain from the small things in life.

My mother once told me that she envied us for this gift. Whenever we visited her and got up in the morning, we were able to laugh together. I can’t tell you how much I miss this already.