Last night I finished a run of 7 miles in 45 minutes, and as I walked up and down a street near the college, looking up into cherry blossoms and green trees with my hands on my head, breathing deeply the evening air, I thought of how fortunate I am. I found myself saying: This is happiness.

Even if it doesn't last, if these moments with her don't last, right now it is the best feeling, and I'll do my best to remember.

Her daughter came into the bedroom this morning as we lay tumbled in each other, and she didn't freak out about it. In fact her littler girl climbed right into the bed and we laughed and joked until it was time to get moving and make breakfast. She had Cheerios while we made breakfast bagels together. I made the eggs and she toasted the bagels.

It was so easy. I don't know when I've been allowed to be part of something that felt so easy.