The sibling came over for a visit this weekend, since I’ve not been able to catch up with him this past month. Growing up, it generally was Scooby&me against the world (ok against the generals at home – the parents). With an endless amount of time to spend with each other, our conversations never really stopped. They were just punctured by brief pauses. But as we’ve grown up, our time together has become premium and therefore feels that much more cherished when we get to have an isolated moment unto ourselves.
In the meantime, the mother has been sending me love notes. And by lovenotes I specifically mean pictures of flowers 🤦🏻♀️