The boy’s attitude ballooned up bigger than our doorway as we rushed out for school this morning.
Teenage troubles, loss of a cell phone, Homecoming drama and hard decisions? They all coalesced to create a simmering heat beneath his normally unfettered surface.
I couldn’t wait for the boy to exit the car in the carpool line. Loving him was not the first thing on my mind.
I had my own bubbling mess of irritation threatening to destroy the quiet I envisioned for this day.