Estella will have a hot chocolate and I will order a extra-large americano. The sun will shine brightly at a low angle that will force us to blink and shade our eyes. The crisp morning will feel warm and comfortable inside our nearly new Suzuki XL7. Blaise will babble with a toy along the road to my work. Estella will be asked how the man is doing and she will either say he is looking at buildings or he is looking at me. She will also remind us numerous times that she is drinking her hot chocolate slowly. It used to be that just as were passing under the Aurora bridge on Dexter we'd hear a deep breath indicating she had held her breath while sucking down the whole drink. So now we remind her to enjoy her drink and slow down.

I will get out with too much stuff to carry - coffee, lunch, magazine, bag - and ride the elevator to the 9th floor. There I will spend the next 8 hours wondering what my family is doing and wishing I could be there with them each moment.