Last night, we went with E & A to hear Joan Didion give a reading from her book, The Year of Magical Thinking. The book is one of my favorites, and is particularly wrapped up in warm memories because it was lent to me by my dear friend, Mimi. I must have read that book at least 12 times before giving it back to her, and I know that the book was a little worse for wear by the time it was returned. But oh, how I cherish that book. Joan Didion writes about the year following her husband's sudden death, and how she dealt with the emotions and circumstances. You would think a subject such as this would be devastatingly sad, and at points it is, but what I really took away from it was that grief affects each of us differently, that grief can do strange things to a person, that, as my mother has always taught us, you never know when that ordinary instant can transform our lives into something unrecognizable and that life and the moments that make up life are best when savored and treasured. She speaks so lovingly of her late husband and the things that made their marriage happy. She speaks of her late daughter with the same love and even as my heart was breaking for her, it swelled with happiness as well. I have always known that I want a life and a family full of love and happiness, and I felt, when I read the book, that I had found a blueprint of sorts. I feel extremely privileged to have heard Joan Didion's voice reading the words that have been seared across my heart. It was, in a word, magical.