He showed up in my room.
I knew he was bummed.
And I knew why. Because I was bummed.
I assured him that it will be OK.
I assured him that he could be proud.
People knew that he would still love us no matter what the outcome was.
I assured him that it wasn’t a no–it was a ‘not yet’.
Be patient–I assured him.
We’ll be OK. Just sayin’.