Sundays are the most difficult now.
Every Sunday we couldn't wait for you to come home from work. We would talk about what mommy wanted for dinner and whether you would be home in time to eat with us? Who would put who to bed?
Then we'd read the paper and you'd always go for the crossword first, eventually giving up and handing it to me. I never told you, but I loved that you wanted my help, as I know you have more knowledge than I.
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