The Carroted Artery

You should be here. You should be rubbing your face on my face for your lunchtime snack, and jumping up onto my shoulder when I’m in meetings. You should be curled up in your bed in the afternoons. You should be waiting on the shower mat to rub your little body against my warm legs, doing figure eights until you’re satisfied and damp.

You should be in a blanket tent under our knees on the couch.

You should be enjoying little bits of bread and butter because you are like your namesake and we spoiled you.

You were the smartest boy. The lightly toasted marshmallow. Our baby man. Simon Snow.

I’m not on here much anymore and maybe check it once every month or so. What am I doing?

Fostering spicy kittens, working entirely too much (I got a new job in september at a nonprofit), and just trying to survive this pandemic/life.