Apparently I left for work without saying good bye or giving her a kiss.
I turned around.
In my defense, our son was reading to me last night from Gus the Friendly Ghost, an old book my wife's from her childhood. He found a leaf pressed between the pages and he wanted me to give it to her.
I set in on my sidetable and when I went in to say goodbye, it was laying there and I as I told her the story, I forgot to say goodbye or give her a kiss.
In my defense, the leaf was somewhat shiny, as was the look on her face as she recalled the book and the leaf and the thoughfulness of our son.