We have been doing it for a long time. When she was younger I would sit and watch her or she would sit and watch me. Always, we would talk—about anything and everything. Gossip, the Gastaneau Girls, real life, worries, happiness. Everything. I interrupt her. She interrupts me. “Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Or ” Wait, let me tell you this.” It flows. And we love it.
Others might consider it work or a chore. Not us– we love it. We organize and make sense of the world. We throw things out.
We clean and we love it.