‘Can you do me a favor? K asked. ‘Mix up some Gatorade before you leave?’
‘Of course,’ I told her before heading out for an evening run the other night. Knowing I’d want some after I got back, I grabbed our big growler, shook it up with a bunch of Glacier Cherry powder, and left it on the kitchen island. I had the thought of writing a quick note to let her know what was in the growler, but also wanted to get out the door. The hardest part of any run is getting out the door. So I headed out.
When I got back, I saw K mixing up… Gatorade. Dangit, I should’ve just written her a quick note.
I’ve already talked about the handwriting thing or writing in the front of a book, so this may seem redundant. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s just another reminder for me that there’s power in a little note. Specifically, despite that evening the sun quickly slipping lower behind the foothills, things to do, and feeling a little guilty going for a run in the first place, I should’ve written my wife a quick note.
Next time I will.
