Last Sunday, I played apartment hallway baseball with NeighborKid. I had a minor hangover and was wearing the boot. Truthfully I just wanted to go back to bed with a pillow over my face.
But she was so happy to play that I kept pitching and she kept hitting.
After all, I’m moving soon so I won’t have many more moments like these.
When I moved into this apartment, NeighborKid was two and a half years old. More baby-like than kid often. She had a sometimes challenging personality (her parents would agree!). But now, she’s fun and silly and I’ll miss her.
Fortunately the new apartment is giving me lots of reasons to be excited: Continue reading