Kate came back from Paris today.
She is beautiful. That is the easy part to write. The rest of the day was not easy.
The journey
Traffic the whole way in. Road closures stacked on top of it. What should have been a simple run home turned into a small ordeal.
Then me
Then I did my bit. I gave her the wrong address. Not out of malice. My head was elsewhere and I was tired, and the wrong street slipped out.
So she pushed through all of that, then went a little further on my account.
She still showed up
And she still showed up. Back from Paris, on the wrong street for a minute, then the right one.
That is the whole story. Some people make the trip look like nothing. Kate made the trip, and forgave the detour I sent her on.