She followed me out to the tennis court to do push-ups with me. She got to seven, though I couldn’t see the form because I was fully focused on my own quest. I imagine they were more cute than sharp. On the way back into the house, feeling good from a new push-up high this year, I scooped her up into my arms
Her – “I don’t care if you’re sweaty because I love you.”
Those little bursts of love that come at you when you least expect it are special.
As we entered the house, however, she did say…
Her – “It’s okay you only got to 62.”