It was an ordinary day. The raindrops glittered in the wet honeysuckle outside, signifying another long day indoors. Robby hadn’t grown old enough to hide away in his books and games yet; he attended Sheila, forming her one-toddler retinue.
The rain brought cooler weather for the day, so Sheila warmed up the oven and pulled out the heavy crockery mixing bowl. Sheila measured and let Robby dump the fresh ingredients into the bowl to stir.
Bright eyes, wide smile, half-obscured by a melty chocolate chip cookie, cheeks dusted with flour; a snapshot of her boy when life was ordinary.