Those drunken walks home at night back when I lived in The Grove. So many nights we spent stumbling back, holding hands and laughing. Those were good times.
When Jackson was a toddler, he would sneak into my bed and cuddle with me at night. He would always wrap his arms around my neck and give a little sigh.
Beer Fridays at the old location (before everything changed).
Baking with my grandmother while we talked about politics.
Hanging out with Carrie, Brad, and James at the Columbia Mall.
Everything about my Gracie girl.
That feeling I used to get when I didn’t know if I’d ever get to be alone with him again. The wild abandon that caused.