A First!

M just looked up from the dining room table, where she is doing her homework, at me, sitting at the computer, and said, "You look good." Which is particularly rewarding, not just because it may be the first time that she has noticed how I looked when I am not dressed up for something special, but also because I had just been looking at myself in the mirror, while E brushed her teeth, and thinking, I look good (something about my hair and my nice red shirt, or maybe sleeplessness becomes me). I tell you, the era of empathetic mutuality, it fast approacheth.