My kids wanted to call last night, but Lucy was asleep on my arm and I knew we’d be loud.
So they sent me videos instead.
A part of me (the same part that expected the new dog to be a stink free snuggle bunny) wishes I were there with them, to see the glee in their eyes and to be a part of their memories.
Then I remember all the reality. The crowds and the money and the fact that I pretty much hate people.
I’ll just watch the videos, thanks.