THRESHOLDS
Moving day arrived wrapped in October sunshine and the kind of crisp air that promised winter wasn’t far behind.
Luca was awake before dawn. Bouncing. Vibrating with excitement I hadn’t seen in months. Maybe years.
“Is it time? Can we go now? Is the truck here?”
“Baby, it’s five thirty in the morning.” I was on my second coffee. Still felt half asleep. “The movers don’t arrive until nine.”
“But we could go see the apartment again. Make sure everything’s ready. Make sure my room is still there.”
“Your room’s not going anywhere.” Dante appeared. Also dressed. Also apparently awake at this ungodly hour. “But we could grab breakfast. Celebrate. If your mama’s up for it.”
I looked at them. My son. His father. Both looking at me with identical hopeful expressions.
Sigh!! How w
