Yesterday was my all-time favorite drive to work.
My son, Brennan, was in the car ahead of me and we were playing with each other through the window.
He pops his head up.
I make a face.
He hides and pops up a stuffed animal.
I make a face.
He makes a face.
Pure JOY.
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✨ Stop pretending you know the end of the story. ✨
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30 minutes earlier, with places to be, I realized my keys were in my husband’s pocket 15 miles away.
I could have been grumpy.
The “you always”, “I should”, and other variations of blame could have come out.
That future-tripping imaginative thinking could have come out about how this will ruin my whole day.
✨ But I stopped pretending I knew how the story would end. ✨
I level set the expectations of the group I was going to meet: likely will arrive 5 minutes late. And I made myself a cup of coffee while I waited.
My husband drove in, rolled down the window and handed me the keys. And I said four words “All will be well.” Then we both zipped out the driveway with places to be and things to do.
Turns out —— all was more than well.
I’ve never interacted with my kiddo that way, and I’ve never started a work day that playfully.
I couldn’t have planned that.
What a gift it is to unknowingly send your keys with your spouse.
