Today I spent 25 glorious minutes lounging on a deck chaise at the pool while holding my son, my no longer a baby-baby boy, who was wrapped head to toe in monkey towel.
He almost fell asleep with his head nustled against my chest.
I was hoping he would fall into a slumber while I held him.
It’s a feeling I miss.
Sorry if this wasn’t the spicy post that you were hoping for.
Zane’s not that type of pool boy.