I like it when it’s just us, the bubble
Bouncing conversation topics while dining outdoors
Ted Lasso in my living room, cats crawling everywhere
One million things I could worry about
And it’s never feeling at home in my skin
Around my parents
That’s a lucky thing
If I count my blessings,
–And I am, counting, this week at least–
I’d start there
May we all raise our children to be so loved.
With Love,
Natalie