We had a light lunch – grilled cheese (on gluten-free bread, yuck!) and tomato soup. As I was cleaning up, I looked over at Kevin who was kneeling on kitchen stool. He was dressed in nothing but his polo shirt and his pamper. His elbows rested on the counter and he was twisting back and forth with a big smile on his face. He was so cute, I almost could feel my heart skipping a beat.
“So, Carrie?”
“So, Kevin?”
“What are we going to do now?”
“Well, I’ve got to finish cleaning up lunch and get some stuff ready for dinner.”
“Could I help?”
“That’s sweet of you, but with your right wrist all wrapped up, I don’t think you’d be able to. Is there anything you’d like to do?”
“Well,…if you don’t mind…”
“What?”