Relief.

Just enough time to brew some decaf.

I start to drink the coffee and then realize I don’t like it very much at all.

I order the extra school supplies. I laugh at the $13 binder on her list.

Green juice and deep conversation outside while the little one is at camp. It doesn’t feel like enough time but it’s better than no time.

I rub his head and then have to shake the sweat off of my hand. “We didn’t stop moving.”

It just feels like it’s something that I should do. It wouldn’t be so full of synchronicity if it wasn’t right. Right?

I made it.

I somehow missed the memo that he doesn’t like potatoes.

Of course. There’s always one.