January 8, 2017

I See You

He’s fourteen and knows what he likes. A warm pile of laundry. A remote control car. His iPhone. Carbs.

Happy Birthday to the guy who instinctively knows how to get under my skin and can force me to smile, even when I least feel like doing so. In this rather bleak month, your silly sweetness and supersized hugs are needed more than ever. I promise to welcome whatever random bits of joy (and chaos) you can throw my way. For you, my heart is wide open.

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