On Wednesday nights I go to my parents' house.
The events have ritualized:
We eat Grandma's homemade organic salad and soup (it's made from good stuff from her ever growing garden).
Papa and Judah do the dishes (Judah is always quite bossy about how the dishes are done and somewhat resistant to Papa's help).
They work/laugh through their differing styles.
Then Papa and Judah mop and sweep at the same time.
Together they vacuum.
Sometimes they water plants.
They always play with cars.
I feel lucky.