Running home
When Ryan and I lived in Brooklyn, I always worked later than him. On my way home from work, I would speed walk to the subway, push my way through the crowd, fight to get on the first train, and run all the way home once I got off our stop. I couldn’t believe that no matter what I always wanted to rush home to get to him.
We moved to California, and again I worked later than him. I walked to and from work…but when I walked home, I practically ran. There’s never been a time when I didn’t want to rush right home to him. And now we’re in Phoenix, and he and Kellan are both here. I am lucky I haven’t gotten in an accident the way I race home after work. They make me so happy that I want nothing more than to get right home and see both of their smiling happy faces.
I know someday years and years from now, Kellan will have someone to run home to too.
And PS….why am I always working later than Ry?
