Ta was waiting to make havdalah.
"Owen, why don't you summon your bride?" I said to my brother.
" 'My bride?' " he echoed.
He's been married for fifteen years.
"Because you see her the same way as the day you married her," I snarkily replied.
He stood silent for a moment, then a smile spread slowly across his face. "You're right," he said, and cheerfully went to fetch her, navigating his way around his offspring, a baby on his hip.
Owen never says I'm right.
And yet he has raised the bar impossibly high.
And yet he has raised the bar impossibly high.
2 comments:
Impressive.
What Nechama said.
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