Don't feel too bad

So today we took Arwen to a friends birthday party at the local botanical gardens. It was amazing. I immersed myself into the lush grass and blooming flowers. My nose couldn't get enough of the delicious smells and I swore to myself to return again this summer.

As we sat down I began to talk to a Mother I'd met before. She is very kind and cordial but it's very difficult to talk at times. Her daughter died 8 years ago from Neuroblastoma and each time we've spoken she usually talks about her (and her treatment or how she passed). While I don't mind this at all, I do find myself grasping for words. Usually I repeat, "I'm sorry" or "I cannot imagine" several times.

During our conversation today I noticed she had this smudge of food on her forehead. I couldn't decide...do I say something or not? Our conversation at the time was pretty serious and I really felt horrible about interrupting her. So eventually I decided to just ignore the food and let her talk.

When we finished Arwen and I took off to the back of the park. We spent the next hour by ourselves and after a time I noticed we were literally all alone. I told Arwen we had to go (it was getting late anyway) and it's a good thing. The park had been closed 30 minutes by the time we walked out. Whoops.

As we got into the car and I buckled Arwen in I looked at myself in the rear view mirror. I went to apply my chapstick when I noticed something green stuck between my front teeth. It was a sliver of spice from the pepperoni pizza I had at the party.

That's what they call karma baby.