Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Thirteen
These old knees.
More basketball? Yes, please.
I laugh at the text, but really, I’m relieved.
Oh boy. That due date is Monday.
Cool morning air blowing against the skin while we come around the curve. I see old friends and familiar faces. We walk and talk and look at the birds and the sheep and the trees. Me and Work Dad.
I thought I wanted to warm weather until i started to feel the sweat dripping down the back of my neck.
Counting and recounting and being pleasantly surprised that considering how many people said they lost something, we actually are only missing five items.
I got a hug, and that is something that I won’t forget.
Sliders, sweet potato fries, pretzel bites, and strawberry shortcake, all while watching a softball game at 75 degrees.
Once the sun goes down…