So yesterday, if you recall, I was pining.
For fun, I sent that Halloween photo to Oldest and got this in return.
Subject: re: Sigh
that is such a good picture. Girlfriend wants more.
Double sigh. Girlfriend!
So I sent her this…
I don’t think it is possible to accurately convey the longing this picture evokes. For the sweet protrusion of belly, the wisps of blond hair, the pajama-y softness of white cotton, the crease – the crease! – at his wrist. And for my own warring impulses. Do I help him tolerate the anxiety that silly hat has clearly created, take it off this instant or get the picture before it all goes away?