We went out for lunch today. The first time in 19 days. Wendy's.
It was a bumpy lunch, but we did it. Their new style of french fries are food for the soul, I promise you.
On our way back to the car, Tucker dropped his kid's meal toy in the parking lot. It rolled under a car.
He stood there in the snow, frozen in shock, his eyes welling with tears. "My toy."
I knelt in the gray slush, and I crawled under the car. My knees and gloves were soaked. The toy was barely worth a dime.
But I reached it.
We couldn't bear to lose one more thing.