A month to the gracious day and they all sat back in their garden like they had on that very first morning, watching in similar fashion as their beloved little fledgling danced around in the shallows of the lake and jumped over the small waves as they rolled to shore.
They smiled fondly as she twirled, twirling water around with her, soaking the bottom hem of her little robe.
She jumped out of the water, running up to meet them again, and climbed into her masters lap just as she had a month ago on that special morning.
The Morningstar wrapped his arms around her tightly, "Happy Anniversary little one."
She looked up in confusion, "What?"
"It's been a month since you'd first brightened our garden."
"A month since you showed us forgiveness, we never thought we'd get."
"A month since you started stealing my mugs from me."
"A month since you became my little nugget."
She seemed to ponder this for a moment, "Does that mean we can celebrate by getting more peaches?"
The Healer huffed and looked skyward in fond exasperation while the Messenger and her master laughed outright, the Commander smiled at her in amusement.
"Of course."