I could feel care without needing the exact perfect delivery

Dear Delyara, That feels like maturity in me. The care still came in a language that isn’t always my favorite. A little clumsy, a little indirect, a little wrapped in the usual old forms. But I could feel it anyway. I didn’t get trapped in the imperfection of delivery long enough to miss the concern underneath. That didn’t erase the old ache. It widened the room around it. And I’m grateful for that wider room.