"If only he knew how much I needed to hear those exact words"

Illustration: Marion Bellina

My husband came home and found sopping wet shoes lined up on the windowsill. “What happened to the children’s shoes?” he asked.

I felt my face light up. “They jumped in puddles today!”

“Where were you?”

“Watching them!” I announced proudly. I felt like a ten-year-old again. I had that deliciously liberated feeling of absolutely not caring what The Grown-Up is about to say because I knew I had no regrets.

“That was very irresponsible.”

I tried a little, but could not hold back my laughter. If only he knew how much I needed to hear those exact words.

Puddles of Fun

(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 755)