Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Twenty-Three
Feel it all.
I think about their baby faces and the bits of life that matter the most.
I turn off the audiobook and just listen to the sounds around me. No birds yet, but I hear the sound of the electric leaf blowers cleaning up the patio and tennis courts.
Lift heavy.
This hug.
“Hi,” he says. “Our last one!” we say.
He sends a picture of the turkey walking around on the back deck. How? Why?
I kept thinking the meeting was at 12.
Here I go, ruining another idea again.
We gotta eat the rest of this cobbler.