While my son and I were waiting to be seated at his new favorite restaurant last night, he was practically giggling.
We engaged in a little game about something secretive and highly mysterious he had done the day before.
Not wanting to admit to it, he was coy, mockingly embarrassed, and then downright playful.
Is This Real?
Because we were estranged for many years, both of us are strangers to these kinds of warm, casual, entirely relaxed moments.
They feel good.
But they are so new, still, that I look in the mirror to verify that this kind of scene is reality.
How can we actually be enjoying an unguarded time without also frantically watching the clock?