“How was your day?” she asks, leading the way to the kitchen like she lives here too. I think I’d like it if she did. I think I’d be happy to welcome her home every night. I’d pour her a glass of wine and listen to her talk about work. I’d nod along to the new ideas she has, teasing her like I’m going to steal them, but, really, I’d be in awe of her creativity. Blown away by how big and how beautiful her brain is.
