I am at the post office trying to mail Anna my care package.
“What was that?!” If I was drinking water it would have been a spit take. Granted, it is huge. But my god.
Defeated I go home with the box.
Talking to Steve (dear husband) I sputter, “it would be cheaper to just fly to Poland to bring it to her”.
Our eyes meet. Wordlessly we both know: I must go to Poland.
My heart is hot 