So I cradle the jar of his favorite peanut butter cookies against my chest, duck my chin into my collar, and scuttle my ass and cute boots down the sidewalk. Jere’s house has the curtains shut out front, but I can see lights on. As I slip around the side towards the back door, there’s music playing, the closer I get the more the anticipation builds. I’ve always been the ‘single one’ over the holidays, and this year, it settles something inside me to know that for the first time, I won’t be alone.
