I want to live near other people, I just don’t want to have to interact with them!

“They were really nice,” my fiance says, surprised, as he gets back in the car after getting me some ice cream from Cold Stone.

“Why are you so surprised?  People are generally nice,” I responded.

And to that I got a confused stare….

Well…that may have been because before my wonderful fiance went in to get me ice cream (because I didn’t want to have to interact with people), I was trying to explain that I like living in the suburbs.  True, I don’t like small talk and being around a lot of people causes me major anxiety.  True, I will wait longer to be able to use self-checkout and not have to talk to anyone.  True, I avoid eye contact so that I don’t have to even wave to the neighbors.  However!  I like living in a house near other people’s houses, with people outside when the weather is nice….just as long as I’m not expected to talk to those people!  Makes sense to me…

Hence, the confused stare…but just because I don’t want to talk to people, doesn’t mean I don’t think most people aren’t good.   Then, he realized why I have a more positive view of people then he does…

“You spend your days with the best kind of people:  kids.”

Truth!  I am so lucky to spend my days with the best kind of people!   They give me hope everyday!

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Cousin Love

Brady, my almost four year old nephew, was doing a pretty good job at the movie theater. sitting mostly still and being mostly quiet.  We were all seeing Sherlock Gnome this afternoon.

With about half an hour left of the movie, Brady started to get antsy and ended up sitting with me, and then climbing over (uninvited) to share Troy’s chair.  I could tell by my son’s expression, he wasn’t thrilled about it.  But he didn’t say anything and continued watching the movie.

I kept glancing over to look at them, an eight year age gap between cousins.  One time I turned Brady was just staring at Troy, the same way Troy stared at the screen.  The next time, Brady was hugging and cuddling him.  Troy was of course seemingly unaffected and definitely nonreactive.  However, I know that inside he was not as immune to Brady’s charms as he appeared. These scenes became way more enjoyable to watch then the movie on the big screen.   Cousin Love ❤️

I did it.

I did it.  I dropped him off and watched him walk into the movie theater.  Without me. I fought every urge to jump out of the car, scream out the window that I love him, and secretly follow him in the theater.  I let him go.  Without me.204d8f0d-50e5-4db5-a810-f6525a68dc39-fd57e56d-cb49-42ab-ba90-d5d02ebc11ef-v1

Troy and his friends are currently enjoying Ready Player One and I am sitting here trying to distract myself.  I know he’s safe and completely ready for this milestone.  But, he will always be my baby.

The last hole.

The last hole.  Two strokes and I had the ball in.  49 points.  IMG_3335

Then it was Troy’s turn.  He had 47 points.   So much pressure!  We had a bet going on, five bucks for him or extra turn of him taking the dog out without complaint.    This is a repeat of last summer and last summer he got a hole in one on the eighteenth hole.

He hit the ball.  It rolled down the hill, moving closer to that hole.  The hole that will take the ball away for good.  Ooooo….it curves to the side.

Ok.  One more stroke.  If he makes it, we tie once again.  Gentle swing annnnddd….it’s in.

Tie.  He got he five bucks and I get an extra turn of not taking the dog out.  That works, but I can’t lie…I do wish I could beat him…