And Just Like That.

They’re gone.

Sniff Sniff. All that energy, all the songs and shouting and just general child like exuberance … no longer.

The second I start to feel heartbroken, TC is there to remind me of all, the GD mess and disorder and JC! They’re just SO GD loud! {Holy shit. I think I am offcially TC, in the female form.}

All true, yet those faces. And the way they give huggies and love on me and their make believe stories and life altering questions like, does Muwphy have a ding dong? — these are going to be sorely missed.

The circle and the cycle, continuing.

As The Littles made their grand departure, Brother and I were taken with fatherly duties. TC is always super high maintenance on Father’s Day. I’m sure that’s just such a shocker for you all. Who, TC? High maintenance?

He insisted he be chauffeured — as in we had to open the damn door for him to get out everywhere we went and everything took foreeevvveeeer.

It started off promising, a stop at The Cincinnati Art Museum, where all three of us fawned over my favorite Van Gogh – Undergrowth With Two Figures — for the record, if I was ever to be stuck premantenly in a painting, I’d hope this would be it.

One for my love of secluded woods {assuming these are safe, non wintery woods and all my favorite foods are there to eat and comfortable, five star lodging a stone’s throw away} and two for the hotness factor of the male “figure”. Obvs, I am further assuming he’d be hot.

Post musée tour, it was antique mall after antique mall. Finally, two and a half hours later, I was done. I convinced TC he was dying of hunger and we finally ate an early dinner.

Then had to be guilt tripped that we didn’t have an elaborate cake ready for him for dessert. He recovered quickly, after numerous promises of something over the top from Bonbonerie and then asked me what was the first thing that came to mind of something positive he has taught me.

I’ve realized GD is sometimes the only necessary and positive thing to say.

He highly approved of that.

Happy Father’s Day to all you dad’s. Animal father’s included.

 

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