My middle daughter Becca swept into the house on Friday night. Like spring, she comes into any room with a lion's roar.
After takeout from Gordy's, and spending some time visiting with us, she turned herself over to the little sister. They disappeared upstairs and we were left with traces of laughter and an occasional wave as they made a foray for food or some other entertainment.
Saturday morning she baked a loaf of banana bread, filling the house with wonderful activity and delicious fragrance. And, then, she flew away again.
Now, she's off to enjoy spring break with friends, somewhere under sunny skies. We're left with clouds and leftovers. With a quiet house and one lonely slice of banana bread.