I took it from her hands and tossed it in the trash.
“Nah! Some things aren’t meant to shine. They’re meant to grow.”
“What are you thinking about?”
I pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.
“Just how sometimes the best things in life start with a bottle of floor cleaner.”
She laughed and that warm sound made everything feel right. “Well, your head is pretty shiny today.”
“Perfect for dancing,” I said, pulling her into an impromptu waltz in our kitchen. “You know what makes you different from who you were before?”
“What’s that?”
“You notice things now.
Like how I painted my nails green yesterday.”
I spun her gently. “Mint green. And you missed a spot on your pinky.”
She smiled and I realized that sometimes losing everything is just the universe’s way of making room for something better.
And something real.
