Last week, Reed forgot his lunch box, and I delivered it and sat down at the kindergarten table. We might make a habit of it.
Why is it different seeing people someplace you aren’t used to? When I drop Reed off at school, he shakes off my arm if I put it around him. Too old for that stuff. But at lunch, sitting down with them, talking to classmates about the stuff kindergartens talk about (what sort of lunch they like, whether they keep ice cream in their freezer), he kisses me a dozen times, gazes lovingly at his sisters. Everything is so great and so fine, seeing someone you love someplace you aren’t used to seeing them.