We Are Never Alone
As I drive my kids to school, I think how my world is so perfectly contained in this minivan.
And as this thought — one of many — bounces around for a minute, my four-year-old lowers his window and confidently proclaims, “I’m feeling the wind, mommy.” (A statement his older brother has taught him well.)
From this point on, my sons and I gaze forward and watch as the sun, a PERFECT fireball in the…