Last night we were at our favorite sushi spot with J. So many memories. We’d go there and sit at the bar and talk to the sushi chefs and anyone else who happened to sit nearby. We’d unwind and talk about our day and hold hands and plan for the future. Well, BAM! The future is now. Last night my hands were covered in sushi as I picked apart pieces for J to eat. Dave deftly ate with one hand while holding a glass of water so J wouldn’t knock it off as he played with the ice. We each had our assumed tasks and still managed to joke around and do damage control for a squirrel-y toddler together. A successful evening out clearly has a new definition these days.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
