It was a note being passed between friends. That was Tuesday’s news — a note. She was giggling and it was adorable. I look forward to this tiny window being cracked open and the puff of fresh air from her daytime life away from me that sweeps gently across mine. I didn’t want it to end. Who would want the air to go stale again?
My account of a rough afternoon was published on Good Housekeeping last week. Head there to read all about the note, the lack of a conversation, the quiet ride home, and the resolution.
