Of course it's possible you don't have any interest in it at all. Listen, all I'm saying is if you do, you can. No pressure. You look pretty today.
Well before I became a parent, I could have guessed that raising a child would involve, in addition to much joy, its fair share of sadness. I mean, I'd seen plenty of commercials where parents watch their kids leave home. I had heard "Sunrise, Sunset." I'd been warned there would be a time to let go and that the moment would be bittersweet. But I pictured this letting-go happening once, maybe twice: on my child's first day of school, and the day he drove off to college. My husband and I would wave good-bye as we stood arm in arm, our hair graying tastefully. I'd be wearing a sweater set and pearls. I had it all worked out.
Here's the rest.
The next time I write I will be telling you about our great new apartment. The only thing missing from the story is the part where we sign the lease, which I am hoping happens soon. Right now would be nice. Or now.