January 5, 2016
I can write about you and to you all my life. Your favorite jacket, the way you lick your lower lip when you're embarrassed, the little noises you make when you're asleep. Your contained tantrums, your messy side of the room, your smelly feet. I meet friends and they ask me about you and it's my favorite topic. I like having a new story to tell every now and again. The most mundane ones, to be honest. "The other day," I would start with a giggle, "he slurped his milk too enthusiastically, and some of it went up his nose."