When texting back-and-forth with my daughter recently, she sent a text that was either auto corrected, or Siri enhanced. It said, “You don’t need to wait until we leave. You can come with elegance.“ While that left us both sending each other emojis of laughter, that phrase, come with elegance, started to marinate in my head, mixing with the replay of the previous week.
For the happenings that began that Monday as only mere blips on the radar, continued to pile up through Thursday. By Friday, after experiencing the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back, I found myself fighting back tears.