Through a Door, (Not) Softly

 

            Even with the door to my room shut I could hear Clare shouting at the TV.  She was sitting on the couch, home from New Year’s Eve, watching MLB Network count down the season’s best ejections.  This was what joy sounds like.

            If my daughter hadn’t gone to work New Year’s Eve (before going out), “I would’ve spent the day on the couch having MLB break down 2013 for me.”  She was serious and, as ever, unique onto herself.