the minutes that save the day...

It is a seven minute ride between her work and mine. I say we'd carpool even if she had her own car, but I'm not so sure. The mornings hardly go beyond pleasantries. Sometimes we revel in the silence, each happy to be with her own thoughts, and some mornings we stew... probably about something between the two of us that has us thinking not-so-nice thoughts {it goes both ways.}

But afternoon comes... and we find our way together once again. Stories of zoo antics and opportunities, the sharing of our days. The exchange of laughter, wonder and conversation make every minute of morning stewing worthwhile... and I'd not trade seeing the joy she has for her job for anything in the world.