…but I think designating a national day on our calendar for selfies is as redundant as White History Month.
When you find that special someone who lets you eat all the chocolate out of the trail mix and leave the rest behind, you know you have a keeper. Just thinking about it brings a lump to my throat.
Then again, maybe that’s just the raisins and dried cranberries.
There are certain things in this universe that are a rarity: planetary alignment, Halley’s Comet, a total solar eclipse. Tonight, for the first time in my parenting existence marks a rare and astronomical event of my own: all three children invited to sleepovers on the same night.
As I sprinkled a shrimp flake into our Betta bowl, it occurred to me that Bob the Fish is the single only creature whose existence depends on me right at this moment in time.
I think I even heard him chewing.