"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"She enjoyed my affection, enjoyed my attention, and I enjoyed her reaction. She wanted me to do it. One day she wouldn’t ask me. She would just do it herself. What if this was the last time?"
