He Handled Dinner

Dear Delyara, Without asking me to direct the whole thing from the next room. That was the difference. Sometimes “help” still comes with managerial labor attached. Questions, substitutions, timing, where-is-the, what-do-I-do-about. This didn’t. He handled dinner. Fully. And the relief that moved through me was almost embarrassing in its intensity. Because what it told me is how rarely I get to release the whole shape of an evening task instead of merely sharing pieces of it. I did not know how badly I needed that until it happened.