6 years, 4 months.
For nearly a month, I had an event on the calendar:
I had been invited to a men’s breakfast for last Saturday, that I heard about through my F3 group.
In my mind, I had really built up this event; it was announced there was be Texas beef brisket.
However, the day before, you learned that Mommy would not be available to take you to your classmate’s Chuck E. Cheese birthday party; which just happened to be taking place during the same time as the men’s breakfast.
You began crying.
But not for long. Because I decided to take you to the birthday party instead.
And as for breakfast, I took you and your brother to a perfect Greek bakery near our house.
It was a no-brainer, choosing you over my own plans.
I just simply thought, “A year from now, what will really matter?”
The answer: Memories with you.