We named ours Jasper.
18 years ago today.
He came home from a party last night, tall, late and unshaven, swinging his car keys around.
Me: Happy birthday!!
Him: I know! I was thinking while I was driving, if I were somehow arrested right now? I would have to go to JAIL! Can you believe it?
We laughed. I hugged him, and he headed down the hall to bed. My breath caught as his footsteps receded.
The answer is, No.
I can't believe it.
Just look over your shoulder.
Just look over your shoulder.
Just look over your shoulder.
I'll be there, always*.
* Except if you actually go to jail. Then call your dad.
You made me cry with like, what, 15 words?
ReplyDeleteAll it takes for me to burst into tears these days is a kind look from a stranger. Or a nice comment on my blog. Thank you!
DeleteRight there with you, except mine will be TWENTY in two weeks. How did that happen? :(
ReplyDeleteI have no idea. I was even good at Physics where they explained time and the earth's rotation and stuff really clearly and it still doesn't make sense.
DeleteHi Sharon! I'm Heather and I wanted to know if you would be able to answer my question I have about your blog! If you could email me at Lifesabanquet1(at)gmail(dot)com I would greatly appreciate it!
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