I don't have kids, but as I was reading your essay, I wondered what stories my mom would write about me. And what would she feel as I prepared to go to college? I love the emotion you share, and I'll bet the audience appreciated it too.
And the Flamin' Hot Cheetos reminds me that one morning I came downstairs to a kitchen coated in Lucky Charms dust. Like, the leprechaun exploded somehow.
So many nights when my son has been home I have woken up in the 2 to 3 AM range and smelled bacon, eggs, and peanut butter. I miss it, and I don't. It's nice to have both.
I don't have kids, but as I was reading your essay, I wondered what stories my mom would write about me. And what would she feel as I prepared to go to college? I love the emotion you share, and I'll bet the audience appreciated it too.
Thank you, Jeff.
I feel this. Really beautiful.
Thank you so much, Stephanie.
And the Flamin' Hot Cheetos reminds me that one morning I came downstairs to a kitchen coated in Lucky Charms dust. Like, the leprechaun exploded somehow.
So many nights when my son has been home I have woken up in the 2 to 3 AM range and smelled bacon, eggs, and peanut butter. I miss it, and I don't. It's nice to have both.