uno. that brings back memories. is it still fun with a grown-up son? we played uno and concentration and gin, mostly. his sisters loved candyland.that challenged my endurance and patience. what an idiotic game.
jason, a grown-up son is a treasure. there were days on end i feared my own would never make it out of one scrape or another.
i know the achy watching of a sleeping man-boy and wishing for longer arms and a stronger back to cradle him while he sleeps off his recovery, tentacles coming out of him. i love the way you put that.
i'm sending much mom energy and love to you both, in hope of a good outcome.
their brains are such fragile things, locked up inside those hard heads. xo, alison
uno. that brings back memories. is it still fun with a grown-up son? we played uno and concentration and gin, mostly. his sisters loved candyland.that challenged my endurance and patience. what an idiotic game.
jason, a grown-up son is a treasure. there were days on end i feared my own would never make it out of one scrape or another.
i know the achy watching of a sleeping man-boy and wishing for longer arms and a stronger back to cradle him while he sleeps off his recovery, tentacles coming out of him. i love the way you put that.
i'm sending much mom energy and love to you both, in hope of a good outcome.
their brains are such fragile things, locked up inside those hard heads. xo, alison