Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Three
Monday, Monday, Monday.
I don’t think there will be a problem.
Not enough time to make him bacon, so we settle for smoothies with a little bit of protein powder.
It’s the little things.
Progress.
I can’t get over the bridge. I can, I can.
We all have hard things going on. We can feel like the only ones in the world.
Second at bat. Thwack. All the way to the top of the fence. Inches away from a home run. He’s not gonna believe it’s because I made him hit off the tee.
It’s official.
Wild-fire-sunsets.
