We live on a one acre lot, part of which used to be used for horses, so when my nine-year-old daughter is playing outside and I want to check on her, it can be a little time-consuming. For years and years we’ve had a shouted, long-distance dialogue that always goes exactly like this:
Me: Sweetheart?
My daughter: Yes?
Me: Love you.
My daughter: Love you
For the past few weeks, however, the last line of that four line exchange has been missing. Sometimes I spend an extra few moments waiting for it. Now I’ve started to give up and not wait. Instead I walk away telling myself, “Come on, you knew she had to outgrow that, you knew it, you knew it…”
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