A little bit of rain.

The coffee is calling to me. Half hot oat milk and half coffee. That will be okay, won’t it?

Red and white sweater. Lucky sweater? First game for the younger girls. Can. not. wait.

She’s real, and that’s what I like about her. An hour well spent before heading into the office.

At least she makes me laugh.

I never expected to see that email.

Need to make our layups.

I change out of my sweaty basketball clothes and back into my work clothes before walking into the gym to sit beside her on the bench. I scan the bleachers and count pairs of parents, people who look like they might be related. I think I see more than I’ve ever seen.

9-0 at the half. A win. Their first win. A great way to start the season.

He meet him the hallway. He’s still dressed in his whites. I look up at him and say, “You had a pretty great day today. Drove a car for the first time and played in your first Varsity game. Not a bad day at all.” A little chuckle and a smile. Kinda all I hope for these days - a smile.