"If only he knew how much I needed to hear those exact words"
Illustration: Marion Bellina
My husband came home and found sopping wet shoes lined up on the windowsill. “What happened to the children’s shoes?” he asked.
I felt my face light up. “They jumped in puddles today!”
“Where were you?”
“Watching them!” I announced proudly. I felt like a ten-year-old again. I had that deliciously liberated feeling of absolutely not caring what The Grown-Up is about to say because I knew I had no regrets.
“That was very irresponsible.”
I tried a little, but could not hold back my laughter. If only he knew how much I needed to hear those exact words.
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