State of Denial

On Saturday, the boys left with their grandpa and grandma for a trip to Yellowstone. I received a few texts. A phone call, now and then.

Then, in the middle of the week, I heard my husband talking in the other room, first with Elder then Younger, which confused me because I hadn’t heard his phone ring. So, when he returned to the living room, I lifted an eyebrow at him.

“Well,” he said, “they might call you. But I can call them.”

And this man claims he’ll be just fine when those two disappear to college.

The state of denial is a mighty fine place to live.

Until you have to leave it.

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