“Sure, yeah, I’ll be right here. See you soon,” I say. She walks away into the crowd and I stand.
No kids, no phones; date night. This is going to be great. Just being with my favorite person on the planet.
When she gets back.
I have not stood by myself in years. No kids to wrangle. This is awesome. I should tweet this.
Nope. No phone.
What do people do when they stand in a lobby? What do I do with my hands? Am I talking out loud?
She’s coming back. Crisis over.
“I am so glad you’re here.”