posterity, n.
I try not to think about us growing old together, mostly because I try not to think about growing old at all. Both things - the years passing, the years together - are too enormous to contemplate. But one morning, I gave in. You were asleep, and I imagined you older and older. You hair graying, your skin folded and creased, your breath catching. And i found myself thinking: If this continues, if this goes on, then when i die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. Your memories will be my most lasting impression.
"Saw a le petit prince snow globe today. I walked out of the shop and left my heart with it.
Jules has this new thing where she needs to hold someone’s finger while she drinks her milk if not she just flails like a crazy bunny and scratches herself everywhere. She usually holds her dad’s finger but he was at work today so she held mine (‘:
And she grabbed onto it so tightly it was nice to feel essential to someone else’s life. Like really, really, really…really, needed.
I love my niece.
Reminds me of chets’ living room in Michigan (‘:
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