It’s all fun until someone calls an Uber.
Our trip to Montreal had been amazing. We explored all the delights of the city and had an opportunity to meet our son’s new girlfriend. She is a treasure worth keeping. I whispered to him that she would make a wonderful addition to our family. He pretended not to hear me.
But now it was time to go home.
I promised everyone I wouldn’t cry and managed to keep that promise during the five minutes it took the Uber to sidle up to the curb. The driver tried everything to staunch my tears. He offered water, tissues, and sweetly, but unnecessarily, the use of a cell phone charger. My husband thanked him and patted me on the back.
At the airport we learned our flight was delayed so someone could locate the air conditioning switch on the plane. My husband scrolled through his phone, and I wondered why we had to live so far away.
My melancholy continued until we pulled into our garage at home. There, on a small tack box in the corner, was Captain’s new Equestrian Stockholm saddle pad. A little smile brightened my face. We were far from Montreal, but Captain was just down the road.
Love ❤️