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Princess Flower outside my bedroom

Despite having to leave my two boys in Hilton Head to head back home to take care of Sophie, I am glad to be home. I am glad for the warm then cool California air, for the breezes blowing through the palms, for the otherwise obnoxious mockingbird on the wire outside my bedroom, for The Husband who had a lovely time alone with Sophie. I am thankful for the brief time spent with my extended family and for the solo trip home, wrapped in magazines and the final chapters of Ian Brown's The Boy in the Moon, a memoir that I believe has changed my life so much so that I had to get up from my seat in the plane and retreat to the tiny stainless steel bathroom where I sat and wept, tissues wadded up in my hand, aware of the world below, one coast holding where I'd been and Sophie on the other, where I was headed, quite joyfully.