The One-Year-Old's Birthday Party

"I just can't find the thing that encapsulates how great the day was, how great everyone was, how wonderful it was to see everybody," I say, staring at the keyboard.

Katie turns over and partly buries her face in the pillow. "It was the weather - how nice everything felt, and how nice everything tasted, how good the hugs were, and the babies splashing in the pool, and everything smelled good," she says, her voice muffled.

"The weather, pookie," she murmurs again.