These two have uprooted their lives for a few weeks to be with me in Chicago so I can sneak moments with them and hear Joe shriek for his waffle in the morning. It hasn’t been easy and the furniture in our apartment is weird and we all miss home (sans heat wave) but we’re all making the best of it and finding fun when we can, ie Morrison built Joe a reading fort in his closet. I know parents and kids have had to make far greater sacrifices and sleep in weirder places so they can be together, but my heart still swells with guilt and its friend gratitude that they’re here. Even though it’s sort of harder for all of us to be together, it’s also better, we’re meant to breathe the same air and smell each other’s breakfasts, anything else feels unnatural.

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