A young child and his Mother sit together in the den in late afternoon. One plays with his Lego blocks; the other knits at her rocking chair. There are few words issued, but nevertheless this delicious sense of togetherness, support and well-being. Unspoken words are recognized: “You are here. You are fine. You are fine with me, and really all is well”. A sort of holy fellowship. And they keep going through the years with similar intimacy, though limbs, words, challenges and hopes grow.