Even with the swirl of air in the car I can smell her hair. Like some sort of laundry candle from a body care store where they entice me with lotions and potions that mostly just leave me wanting dessert.
I’m reminded of how all my children need haircuts and really, why can I not ever complete the task of making the appointment?

“How old is God? Like, as tall as a hundred million?”
“Bigger. He is forever.”
“Is He like, as big as our neighborhood or somethin’?”
I try to stay focused on my speed. “Or somethin’,” I respond with a laugh.

This is why I need children in my life. For the fun of it.