susan@susanjlapham.com Vienna, Virginia, United States
My father counted things. Everything. The number birds in a flock, trees in the olive grove, cows in the field. We counted ants in a hill, spikes on a papyrus plant, leaves we raked up. We counted by twos and fives. Little did we know he was teaching us to communicate, observe, understand. To feel satisfied, content and accomplished. He gave us a sense of order and routine and somehow we knew we were loved.
