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.