Today The Dad wasn’t here to get Hope off the bus. It was just me. Hope had her snack and did her homework with a smile. She made Shamrock pudding for desert and served it with pride. We shared our St Paddy’s Day dinner with Hope’s friend and her family. A large can of whipped cream mysteriously disappeared into the mouths of two giggling girls.
Such a difference 24 hours can make. I would like to believe it was a good day because The Dad wasn’t here. That would mean the problem was solved and we could live happily ever after. I know that our good day could also have been because of the phase of the moon, the lucky stone I found this morning, or for no reason at all. It was still a good day and a reason for hope.