The rain came down in buckets as I pulled into the parking space at Publix.
“Annalise, can you climb in the way back and get the big golf umbrella?” I asked.
Before she could start, Zach darted out of the passenger door, opened the hatch and got out the umbrella. With a broad grin, he opened my door and held the opened umbrella over me.
So much like his dad, I thought. As Annalise and I tucked under the umbrella next to this 6-foot-3 man-boy, warm memories from not so long ago stirred up.