Being laid-off hasn’t been all bad. I have time to take care of things that I have put off for at least 6 months. I have time to walk the dogs every day. I have time to stop and smell the flowers, well, snow mold, more so.
It seems like every day I make a comment to my beau about how cute Little Guy is. The other day, I asked him if Little Guy had always been this cute and if so, why had I just noticed how cute now?
He replied that I have more time to notice and appreciate his adorableness.
Last night, Little Guy read to me (by memory) ‘But Not the Hippopotamus’ by Sandra Boynton. He’s growing up so fast and learning so fast. I think he’s the cutest person I’ve ever met in personality and everything else. Four-year-olds. (sigh) Sometimes, I want him to stay four forever, but I know he can’t and that we have many more years and ages to look forward to. I hear that 7 and 8-year-olds are fun, too.