She understands him and is fond of his curmudgeonly ways.
We don't look alike, but people can tell we're related. It's the posture maybe, the way we hold ourselves. Or some facial expression. I don't know what it is, but I smile when people make this observation.
She's nervous, but poised. Proud of this moment, but also good-naturedly self-deprecating.
It's been a while since I acted on my love of cheesecake. So I try three different kinds this time. Not large portions, but smallish melting pieces to be savored.
A display of cupcakes that looks like a flowering shrub.
I can't remember all their names. They all kind of look the same too, boys and girls, making noise and running around.
That dress in the back of the closet; I feel more light-hearted, putting it on.