twenty-one months

A bowl of pasta coming out of the microwave

The oven door blocking you from the chicken nuggets you spied and want to just eat frozen

Clothes right from the dryer you can’t help but try to wear atop your head, especially pajama pants

The radiators that line the walls of our little flat

Every candle you see, starting at that one restaurant, that one night

Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot hot hot hot hot hot.

Hot.

You got it right, angel. Each and every time.

Love, Momma

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3 responses to “twenty-one months

  1. I was there for HOT, HOT, HOT! just adorable

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