Glowing

The quiet one is glowing.
Seven months pregnant and incandescent.
She looked up from her work and met my gaze.
She smiled and said "How's it goin'?"
My kids have both left home.
I spent Sunday with my in-laws.
My job is jeopardy.
But I am looking at her.
"You're looking good today."
"Thank you."
It's ok.