And it was. It really was. I won’t forget these precious days with Rob. Just us. And time. All. That. Time.
Now. Time to get my Mama back on. Squeeze my girls. Soak up their cuddles. And noise. And fighting. And life. And I just about can’t wait.
Just please DEAR GOD in the name of all that is good let the goldfish be alive. We may or may not have forgotten to feed them in over a week.