Sleep

Annalee has presence. People have seen it since she was born. Part of it is how much she observes with her dark-brown eyes, taking in each person in a room one at a time. Part of it is a more transcendent quality, a light in and near her that, if we lived in Tibet, would make me fear the monks' coming for her as a Lama. She was willing, praise God, to speak on the phone last night, telling me that she and Mom were on their way to pick up Boo. Perhaps hearing her voice for a few moments was why I had such a good night's sleep.