The Little Questions She Asks

She tells me most things while she's in the bathtub, the warm water up around her ears, bubbles surrounding her fingers. And she asks me things, too.

"Mommy, what was your favorite day?"

I smiled but paused. She looked worried, reconsidered.

"I mean, what were your TWO favorite days?"

"When I married Daddy and when you were born, of course."

"Were you so happy when I was born?"

"Yes. I'd been waiting a long time to meet you."

She curled her little toes against the rubber duck floating by the...