creature that will necessarily take me away. and i get it. i am having a hard time with the change that's ahead. i can't imagine how it would be if i were four.
i pick her up from school. and instead of whisking her home so i can get some writing done, i ask: do you want to have lunch with mommy?
and soon. we are across from each other in a small booth. she munches her dinosaur nuggets as i tuck into my grilled cheese. she talks and talks. about her day. about school. about the silly kids in her class. and when we are finished, we walk. along the city 