Today was full of good things. Like heavy soaking rains, a daughter who turns out has incredible hustling skills, a son who suddenly decided an old leather jacket was much cooler than the hoodie he lives in to wear to school (he's right), eggs Benedict and bottomless coffee. Like french fries in the oven just after five o'clock and one more episode of the Walking Dead before we're all caught up and eventual sunshine to dry things off just a little bit before the rain moves back in overnight.
I backed into Skateboard Jesus today in a storefront as I turned too quickly from a display of Wonder Pots (do I want one? Or at least four of them, for that's how many I would need to cook for this house. I'll wait until the crockpots break, I guess) and he put his hand on the small of my back and held it there for a moment so we both wouldn't fall.
Sorry! I turned too quickly.
I was too close. My fault. Hello, Bridget. I'm glad I ran into you, even if it is literal. It's been almost a year and the watch you gave me works a treat. He shoots an invisible french cuff out from where he's holding his backpack straps and I see Caleb's watch glint in the light from the burdened sun.
I'm glad to hear it.
Every time I look at it I think of you. How goes the battle against the chocolate chip cookies?
Thirty days without one now. I've set a lifetime record. I really want one, though.
Don't worry. In a little over two weeks I'll be back and you can have one. It'll be a miracle if you still want one by then, I bet.
Or it will just be a miracle. Right?
He smiles, puts his skateboard down, one foot on it and he's gone.
