Secret Dates

We had, maybe, about 20 minutes to kill before picking up the baby at daycare this afternoon.

So we hoofed it to a nearby coffee shop.

He had cocoa, I had tea.

We talked about all kinds of things, and even had a game to see who could spot the first silver car among the traffic outside the coffee shop.

Just 20 minutes, but for a kindergartener who’s been sharing his mom with a baby sister he loves, it was a worthwhile investment in keeping a connection that’s been uniquely ours for the past 5 years.

I told him we could tell Daddy all about our date or keep it a secret. He told his Daddy that he had been on a secret date.

It really was my treat. One I savored and was grateful for.


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