“Daddy.” Ella tugs on my free hand. “I don’t see Junie yet. How will she play soccer with me if she’s not here?” “She’ll be here. We have to be patient.” Ella pouts. “Waiting is hard.” “I know. But we can do hard things, right?” Ella sighs. “Maybe.” Then she takes off toward the little climbing wall that leads up to one of the smaller slides.
