Anyway, I hung out with Noah today, all this reminded me of this post. I still can't believe that once was my life, and that once happened to my child. I'm certain it was a bad Lifetime movie. (No offense Lifetime movies, I'm still known to watch you. Like maybe today while I was knitting.)
Anyway. In a perfect (blog)world I could write about him every single day. And wish I could. But there isn't such a world, and the more I want to write about him the more I pause, and I am reserved to share only with certain confidantes. This is the way it should be.
Anyway, years later, the spoons were definitely not winning. So now we have more.