“May you be healthy!” in Anglo-Saxon.
“Howdy!” in Southern terms.
If God is in the details, as I think is true, here are some of those details. The little black dots on red ladybug backs. A friend whose voice catches just a certain way while telling me something important. That brown curl on my husband’s forehead right there. The peck on my cheek from a teenage girl, my daughter. That light but very specifically-given-to-me pat on my shoulder from my soon-eight son who is generous with patting. Our cat Lucky’s black fur here, brown as chocolate fur there. The color of the cleomes at my mailbox. The taste of coffee.
The individual letters of this typed blog post.