I insisted. She tumbled twice before successfully crossing the driveway, while I ran alongside cheering.
“Did you see me, Daddy?”
Arthur had written that he saw both his daughter riding and me laughing as I followed.
The next chapter, The Birthday Cake Disaster, recalled ten-year-old Aurora accidentally replacing sugar with salt in his birthday cake. He managed two bites before confessing something was wrong. I laughed until tears came.
Then came The Day Monica Sang Again. Aurora had invented ridiculous lyrics while I washed dishes, and I’d joined in unknowingly.