Nov 23, 2019
6 min read
If We Love Each Other, Why Is This So Hard?
The good times aren’t always enough
He came into the garage to work on his motorcycle. I was kneeling in one corner, painting a table I’d inherited from my grandfather. Without looking up, I held out my hand and caught the bottle of sparkling water he had thrown at me. I knew it was coming. He always brought me one when we were working on our projects in the garage…
