another surprise came: my mom started dating a man from her gardening club. She was glowing, excited like a teenager again. Her happiness reminded us that love comes in many forms and at any age.Dan and I began finding our way back to each other. We made time to talk, to laugh,
to be together again. That near-miss at my mom’s house—what could have been a disaster—ended up healing more than just her back. Love isn’t about grand gestures. It’s in the small things—the charger runs, the quiet conversations, the choosing-each-other moments. And sometimes, a scare is what it takes to remind us how much we still care.