My husband loves Reddit. This morning, he told me about a thread and he said it was one of the saddest things he’s ever read.
The question was,”What is your favourite ‘technically correct’ fact?”
We had lots to do today—our weekend to-do list, thanks to a leaky basement, is fuller than usual.
And yet today, in particular, I noted how much we held our children.
We played airplane.
Snuggled, all four of us in bed (Sophie was down the street at a friend’s house).
The boys fell asleep on my lap (a rarity) while Andy grilled chicken for dinner.
Boredom. “Sit on my lap,” I said.
A stubbed toe. “Do you want to cuddle?” I asked.
“I’m tired,” said a small voice. “Here,” I said. “I’ll carry you.”
After dinner, before Sophie left with (another) friend down the street, I saw Andy swoop her up. She laughed. I smiled. And I know we both wondered, Is this the last? No, we both thought, silently.
“Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.” —Percy Bysshe Shelley