“Looks cute, I’ll buy it.” Snapped one photo for Instagram and then left it to live out its most serene life underneath a stack of books in my closet. Eighteen months later, it changed me.
We got there, who would have thought.
Bleary eyed, wearing about thirty-two layers and trying not to think about how I have training tomorrow evening.
It’s a weekend again. Meghan and Harry have named their baby. I finally got life insurance. Time is moving too fast.