Triumphant, temporary return
Dane flew back from DC last Friday to spend the weekend with friends and family for his birthday. Yesterday he turned 22 years old. And Coco aged ten years from the heart attack she experienced when he walked through the door. The biggest delight was Leta’s response. I hadn’t told her he would be here for a few days, and when she heard his voice at the door she squealed as if Santa Claus had come for a visit. None of us was expecting it, least of all Dane. So touching and warm and probably a much needed boost to a morale that has survived DC’s ferocious winter so far.
He makes us all so proud, that kid.