Meredith Caldwell — The Blue Folder
We bought takeout and ate on the patio while Willa rolled from her back to her side on a play mat beside us.
I cheered as if she had won an Olympic medal.
Andrew laughed so hard he almost spilled his drink.
I realized that the decisions that had once terrified me were becoming a series of manageable steps.
Some took a lawyer.
Some took patience.
Some required me to change a password, make a phone call, or ask for a ride.
None required me to make myself small.