Carson told Rick & me last night that we can come visit him sometimes when we get old, as long as we aren’t dead. After some prodding, he said we could visit all the time. Carson told us he’d have two couches: one with a Clash of Clans spot, and one with a knitting spot.
I asked if we could ever come for dinner and he told us that he would order pizza. Or he would make us brinner (breakfast for dinner, a favorite in our house) or brunch.
I also asked if we would get to watch Michigan football games. He …
Month: February 2015
I’m going to miss this
Add this to the “I’m going to miss this” files.
In one, two, ten, thirty years, I’m going to miss the mornings when 5 yr old Carson, comes into the bathroom in the morning when I’m getting ready for work, his arms full of his stuffed bear, stuffed black lab, and two puppy blankies, sleepy eyes squinted almost shut because it’s so bright in the bathroom, and tells me he just wanted to cuddle me for a few minutes.
Sigh.