A little late, but if you read my last post, you know why!
the 52 project.
Portraits of my main squeezes, every week.
O, this week you…
…did not help me pick strawberries, but that’s okay…you helped me eat them.
…immersed yourself in the ice-melt swimmin’ hole. You were shiver-laughing the whole time. I made it in up to my ankles.
…have been stepping up to help without being asked since Papa has been flat out, fetching things for him and cleaning up to make sure he has enough room to use crutches or lay on the floor. Also, you’ve been great about finding ways to spend time with him. There have been board game marathons, which keep both of your spirits up on these rainy, rainy, immobile days.
C, this week you…
…broke yourself. You don’t like to relate the story, but someday it will be hilarious, especially the part about the dog finding you on the ground and dropping a frisbee on your face. Okay, maybe that’s the only funny part.
…can’t believe what shitty timing this is for a debilitating injury. I couldn’t agree with you more.