The outdoor bench is long enough for her to stretch out on and wide enough for us to lie next to her. It has a thick, soft cushion, which has already been wiped clean of plum juice and soiled prints and pizza sauce, because the bench happens to be just the right height for Tucker to scale and join her, too. Perfect, really.
a wish for her. And we'd like to believe that she's pleased. Speech has long departed her, but her smiles, especially the big ones on her new backyard bench, will forever echo in the marrow of our bones.