They all say all the time….she's just like you. I wonder what that means to her?
My X, this son's father, Jenny's Father, rented a 5 bedroom B and B between Oroville and Chico. He wanted to come for Thanksgiving. He has. As it turns out, everyone has been there. Today they all created a meal. Tomorrow, Son will bring me leftovers which will be great. He's a Chef at a high end establishment in Denver. he can cook. I have sous cheffed for him in the past and it is an Experience.
i don't participate. There's a lot of water under that bridge. For a very long time. But this year, things have changed….smoothed out. Gentled. it''s just how things are, so many things, are Just How They Are and there seems to be a softness to it all. Covid has worn away so much, left so little. and what's left is soft and well…just how it all is. The kids have experienced COUSINS…..real children, still novel, for Emrie and Brinley, a world they have only imagined. There is a very large room there, with many big couches and 2 bunkbeds, a pool table….Giana told me. And places to hide, she said. Hide and Seek being popular, still. Still. After tomorrow, they will all be gone. Over. Memories. Emrie will tell me the stories.
i like the pic above a lot.
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