Braxton came into my room on Saturday, while on the phone with his friends:
"Ma, are we doing our thing tomorrow?"
Me: "Yeah, Peanut! I just need to earn enough dashing today so I don't need to dash tomorrow."
Him: "Yeah... I can't. I'm gonna be hanging with my Ma."
He's 18.
That's rad.
I canceled my Sunday schedule immediately.
Colton came, too.
We watched football.
In our same spot.
With our same waiter that we have every week.
On the same tv's that we watch every week.
Together, like every week.
KK was working, or he would have been with us too.
Jacks called while we were there.
That's rad.
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