The end of November is upon us.
We wished each other “Happy Thanksgiving” over text. Weeks ago, Dave proposed inviting you to his family’s dinner. But I said that would be too much. So I did what I could do and texted you.
I’ve been working up the courage to invite you into my life. It brings me an unhealthy amount of anxiety that I don’t think other normal families experience.
After all, how wonderful would it be to have a Mom in my life?
I just haven’t been able to figure out how that looks for us.
Will you visit my apartment?
Will we start having monthly dinners?
Will I actually call you on holidays that I can’t see you?
I honestly don’t know what the future will look like but I know what minor steps I can handle taking right now.
I’ll shoot you a text to check in from time to time. I’ll visit you at your apartment for coffee before you head to your night-shift at work. And maybe before Christmas this year, you’ll meet my cats.
That’s the spirit of Christmas, after all.