My 8 year old was sitting with me on the couch earlier lovingly looking up at me.
He reached up and gently touched my face. ‘Mom, your face is so soft.’
I smile at him. My favorite time of the day is this quiet one on one time. A chance to unwind. A chance to catch up on the day.
‘And rough,’ he adds thoughtfully. ‘Like a road.’
Ah.
Ow.
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