Me: You’ll see. Just tell me you’re free today.
I pace the kitchen like a kid on Christmas, impatiently waiting to tear open the wrapping paper that separates him from everything he’s ever wanted.
Doll: Uh - Okay. I’m still kind of in bed. I haven’t even had coffee yet?
I tap out a reply as quickly as possible.
Me: How soon can you be ready? We’ll stop for breakfast on the way.
Doll: Alright. I’ll be ready by the time you get here.
In my excitement to get on the road, I almost forget about my morning chores, and the need to inform Chet he’ll be on his own again today. I catch him in the driveway and, it’s no surprise that he’s less than thrilled by the news. But, by eight o’clock I’m in the truck on my way to collect Meredith. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I think about how perfect today is going to be.