My husband loves Reddit. This morning, he told me about a thread and he said it was one of the saddest things he’s ever read.
The question was,”What is your favourite ‘technically correct’ fact?”
Someone responded: “At some point in your childhood, your parents put you down and never picked you up again.”
We had lots to do today—our weekend to-do list, thanks to a leaky basement, is fuller than usual.
And yet today, in particular, I noted how much we held our children.
We played airplane.
Snuggled, all four of us in bed (Sophie was down the street at a friend’s house).
The boys fell asleep on my lap (a rarity) while Andy grilled chicken for dinner.
Boredom. “Sit on my lap,” I said.
A stubbed toe. “Do you want to cuddle?” I asked.
“I’m tired,” said a small voice. “Here,” I said. “I’ll carry you.”
After dinner, before Sophie left with (another) friend down the street, I saw Andy swoop her up. She laughed. I smiled. And I know we both wondered, Is this the last? No, we both thought, silently.
But when?
“Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.” —Percy Bysshe Shelley
