January came in quietly.No big event. No milestone. Just the year turning the way years turned one day December, the next day a number that was one higher.Grace noted this at breakfast."New year," she said."Yes," I said."Same everything.""Yes.""Good." She ate. "I don't like when things change just because the number changed.""Things change when they change," Nathaniel said."Exactly." She pointed at him. "Not because of a date."She finished breakfast and went to get ready for school.He looked at me.I looked back.Still the same in every room.February. Mara turned three months.Nora called on a Tuesday morning, not the early hour, the reasonable hour."She smiled," she said."Real smile.""Real smile. At James first. Then at me." A pause. "I cried.""Good crying.""Yes." She paused. "I keep crying at things now. It's new.""It doesn't stop," I said."Grace still makes you cry.""Sometimes.""What kind of things.""When she's completely herself," I said. "The specific moment
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