About our tiny apartment.
About the meals we prepared when we had almost no money.
About our silly arguments over insignificant things.
About the vacations we had canceled because we couldn’t afford them.
And about the dreams we had postponed, always promising ourselves that someday we would have more time.
“Then your father died before we could do half the things we wanted to do,” I said quietly.
Claire lowered her eyes.
“You must regret that.”
“Yes. But I’ve also realized that I don’t want to keep postponing my entire life.”
She looked at me for a long moment.
“Then let’s make sure you still get to do some of those things.”
I smiled.
“I don’t need you to organize my entire life, sweetheart.”
She laughed.
“I know. I just meant that I’d like to be part of it.”
That answer warmed my heart.
We spent the morning at the market.
