I don’t remember exactly when it started, but I’m glad it did : hot chocolate at sunset. It takes the sting out of sunset at 3:30 pm and breaks up the afternoon doldrums. Most of all, it’s a sweet stretch of just listening to my girls. No loading the dishwasher/taking a call/returning a quick email. . . . just listening (and my girls can talk). Most of the time conversations are about how much better life would be if unicorns were real, or if we painted our house pink (better yet, purple and pink). Every once in a while they knock the wind out of me with a tough question ( If God loves us, why do babies die? Are you going to die? Am I going to die? What will happen when we do? How do you know?), but I wouldn’t trade these heart talks for the world . . . and you can’t beat the view.