Today I’m thankful that I can sometimes (rarely!) get gooey over things.
Small Human turned three last week. Thing Two will come along around February. Both belong to my sister. I don’t have children. I have no parental instincts whatsoever. And yet, I love Small Human more than I ever thought I’d love anything. I’m actually excited for Thing Two’s arrival. I’m a cynic, but damned if I don’t get sentimental around them. It’ll probably ruin my reputation as a grump.