With Dave, I feel years younger, a shadow of my former high school self. My head feels light, my muscles relax, and I have to keep reminding myself I’m shopping for Jenna and not myself. I’m older, I have a daughter, I’m a single father…but Dave picks up our friendship right where we left it so long ago, like a favorite coat that’s been hanging in the closet all this time just waiting to be worn again. It fits snugly, it feels right. An hour spent hanging out with him at the toy store, and all the time we spent apart disappears.
I buy the bike I want for Jenna, then Dave and I go a little crazy in the pink aisle, grabbing Barbies and doll clothes and fake make-up. In the boys’ aisle, we play-fight with a pair of noisy toy guns, chasing each other through the store and ducking behind displ
