Nothing was amazeballs. There were no WTFs. Talking heads didn’t bother us. NSFW? No, yes…the label’s not necessary. There were no epic fails and better yet nothing was EPIC and no one spoke in ALL CAPS. We weren’t 24/7 and no one told us YOLO, thank God.
Nope, none of that.
Just me and my son, Eli. In his dino jammies, kicked back back. The breeze on our faces, sneakers hitting the pavement, and the sky and the water and the sun and smiles from passers by.
We should do this more often.
I won’t set a reminder with alarm in my iPhone calendar.
Don’t need to because I’m not going to forget.