Tomorrow is our third wedding anniversary. I’ve been thinking about Charlie and how we got here—and about a word that somehow says it all: Agape.

A knock on the door and swim for Charlie. When did red become the new green?

Maybe coming back to life doesn't happen all at once. Maybe it happens over chicken pesto and Scrabble, a basil plant borrowing some sunshine, a butterfly landing on your hand, and a very serious debate about french fries versus tater tots.