The year she was in seminary, we felt our popcorn loss keenly, but our popcorn chef was returned to us much too soon as COVID sent her home prematurely in March. The Presto was back and seemed to be playing an even greater role in our lives. We could hear the noise of the air popper at all times of the night or day. Bad moods called for popcorn; so did celebrations. She grieved the loss of her full seminary experience and then moved on to college, and the next big frontier, dating. Time and milestones seemed to be moving quickly.