The scent of a Yankee candle lingers in the air.
A small lamp illuminates the now-empty “baby’s” room. Projects are done for the night.
Ryan is on the couch, working. De-bugging. Laughing. Coughing.
Jameson is in his basket, soundly sleeping.
And I, I am noticing it all. Thinking how much I love, love, love this apartment. Thinking that this little home, with its cute eaves and sunny rooms, will hold the fondest of memories for us.
I’ll miss it.