I’d tap dance if I thought it would make you happy. I haven’t taken a lesson since I was eight, though, and even then I was bad at it.
I could juggle, but hand-eye coordination has never been my forte, and I’d probably just add another catastrophe to your day.
I’d make you a snack, but your dinner plate is neglected in your lap. I’d make you a scarf or a hat or a tea cozy, but there’s no time for that.
So, together, we make the best thing: a plan, complete with list.
“Ted’s Birthday Dinner,” neatly across the top, we list possibilities for the family celebration. There’s research and brainstorming, and by the time you reach a decision, your forehead is smooth again and fists unclenched.
Don’t apologize. I’m your people.