On a Wednesday afternoon, we followed up on the text messages about lunch this week while she sampled then tossed chicken-flecked salad into her bowl. She opened her gift from Pandora for her bracelet, from the city to the mountains and back. The blazing sun didn’t faze me though my cheeks turned red as strawberries. Microscopic details stopped us on point. To imagine how we experienced those tiny heart charms for mother and daughter, even for a second, reminded me to let go of the worries that traced lines into my face the past few weeks.
