Sunday, March 31, 2013

Mine. Mine mine. Mine.

I didn't even orchestrate it. Mich came down for breakfast and mentioned that Abigail was coming over for breakfast. And for about 15 minutes, four of us (Josh was there too) sat around the kitchen table and talked and ate and laughed just like we used to, and it felt like it was all mine, just for me, mine mine mine, as the seagulls in Finding Nemo like to say. I know it wasn't really all mine. I know it was really for all of us. But life sure is good when it's for all of us but it feels like it's all mine. Mine mine. Mine. Mine.

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