“Too late, big guy.” I nudge him with my elbow. “Don’t you have a moving truck to empty?”
“I was hoping you’d forget about that.”
“Focus on the bed, okay? I don’t want to sleep on the floor tonight.”
“Bed and crib.” He groans as he pushes himself to his feet. “Really should’ve hired movers.”
“Love you!”
He limps to the door. “Love you too.”
I watch him go. My daughter stirs slightly like she misses her father’s touch. I miss it too, but that’s the thing, nothing’s forever. And right now, this here on the floor, it’s pretty good. I could keep on doing this for a while.
At least until I get hungry and demand pizza.
That’s a problem for future-Charlie to deal with.
