A nice story.

I don’t look up when I run. I mostly look in front of me so I don’t trip. I don’t want to trip because I work in a hospital and have seen what happens when people fall and hit their head.

The other day, at the end of a run, I looked up. And I saw a sign. A one-letter sign.

A.

So I took a picture and sent it to Andrew and Allie, our son and his one true love. I told them I was thinking about them.

It’s not complicated. It didn’t take much time. It was fun to give someone an A.

a picture