Some days, I’m on fire. Snappy comebacks, lightning recall. I dazzle even myself. The ocean called, and they’re running out of shrimp! Other days, I’m hopeless. I can’t remember the word “duvet” so instead I call it “that bed thingy.” The person who has, just three seconds ago, introduced himself as Mark, I call Rob. Then, there are the days I find myself babbling to Charlie as I walk him, coaxing him to make a pee or poo, even when people are within earshot, and I no longer even pretend to be talking on my phone.
Our conversations were the catalyst. Thank you. Love you.
This might be one of my favorites of yours. Just lovely, dear❤️