Sometimes when my sons share all the things that interest them and all the things they want to do with their lives, I think to myself:
Damn, my breastmilk was good.
Sometimes when my sons share all the things that interest them and all the things they want to do with their lives, I think to myself:
Damn, my breastmilk was good.
We’ve come to rely on Aidan’s eyes.
How will we manage when he’s gone…
#chinhairs #ticks #smallprint #technology #humor #compassion

At 22, he’ll still fight me over meal contributions (dishes & the like), and it is this ordinariness in which I most delight–this sharing of home–particularly now that he resides elsewhere; a fact my heart refuses to assimilate.