We endured endless doctor's appointments.
Ava just turned seven and started second grade. She had been super eager to make new and real friends since day one.
So yesterday afternoon, when she came bounding through the door announcing that a girl named Josephine had invited her over for a playdate, I was so thrilled for her that I nearly cried!
"Mom, Josephine's mom says today will be good. Can I please?" Ava had asked, hopping in place.
"Absolutely, you can," I said, hugging her tightly.
She came bounding through the door.
I'd met Josephine's mom, Rachel, briefly at pickup. She had a warm smile and a good handshake and was the kind of mom who remembers your name. She seemed perfectly nice; we exchanged contact details and addresses.
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That afternoon, we were about to head out to Rachel's house after I'd told David about the playdate when Ava gasped.
