Monday, February 24, 2014

weekend


He spends the morning with my Dad, his Pop, and I tell myself not to be selfish. Sometimes a boy wants a morning with his grandfather and it doesn't matter that he has come to get some of his last vital papers like his passport or his birth certificate or here's the title to the car. A cooler full of venison, his hiking backpack, a sleeping bag, and we laugh about our old camping trips.

It's just
lovely and I'm grateful. That's all.


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