to feel small.
Five years earlier, I probably would have.
Now I simply said,
“It suits me.”
Drew glanced around the room.
“Did you come alone?”
Before I could answer, I heard quick footsteps behind me.
Then a small voice shouted,
“Mommy!”
I turned.
Four-year-old Maisie came running toward me in a white cardigan and dusty-rose dress.
Her curls bounced around her face.
I crouched just as she reached me.
She wrapped both arms around my neck.
“Mommy, Daddy said I can have cake after the pictures!”
I laughed.
“Did