And so comes to the point where I began telling this story, the beginning of this blog.
I sat on an airplane, hand in hand with my husband, filled with anxiety. We were flying to another state to see if we wanted to move our family there for the next 20 years.
The question was aimed at me, but with a mouth full of chocolate, “Whawtaw,” is the only answer I could muster. My husband clarified, “She said, ‘Water.’” I smiled as she handed me the water, not realizing that dark chocolate lined all of the spaces between my teeth. I saw her look at me and then look away quickly, uncomfortably.