And my third book...
...shall be entitled - simply - "Crying in Parking Lots."
Upon parking, the social-media-of-choice in my palm greeted me with a picture - taken by my best friend on Earth - of my bestie's dad looking down at my bestie's baby with such pure love and utter delight that tears instantly filled my eyes.
These tears (they won't stop) are exactly equal parts joy for my bestie's tiny human, and "Who would I be today if my dad had looked at Baby Beth that way?"
current mood: crying in a parking lot
Upon parking, the social-media-of-choice in my palm greeted me with a picture - taken by my best friend on Earth - of my bestie's dad looking down at my bestie's baby with such pure love and utter delight that tears instantly filled my eyes.
These tears (they won't stop) are exactly equal parts joy for my bestie's tiny human, and "Who would I be today if my dad had looked at Baby Beth that way?"
current mood: crying in a parking lot