My favorite child

I have a running contest in the family, jokingly pitting the children against one another by claiming at various times that one particular one is my favorite child. This usually in response to some nice or propitious-to-me thing they have done or said. Of course the whole idea is absurd as each of them is a particular and peculiar delight to me. I don't believe it is possible to have a favorite child. God who made them of us has made us to love them. And we do. Intensely. Uniquely.

Of course, now that Susan is no longer around, Grace does most often shower me with kisses . . .