He’s hairy like his Mama. 

My son will always greet me with love. He waits patiently for me to put the bicycle away, take my helmet off and hang up my highlighter of a jacket. And then. Just then I turn it on and we have a dance party. Pandora graced us with an up beat Top 40. Perfect timing girl. 

I got down like an eighth grader. I felt alive again. I felt those dead lifts. And I’m sure I’ll feel them tomorrow. We danced until the song finished and we walked our usual walk. 

How is it only Tuesday? How did I only eat half a bowl of pasta for dinner? It’s weird times. 


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