Desi had grown so much, and it excited me. I loved watching her learn new things and seeing her personality develop. But as she grew, I found myself wishing time would slow down. I lamented the passing of those quiet moments between us when all she could do was gaze at me like she thought I was the most wonderful sim on the planet or something. Alas, growth as a good thing. Soon she’d start grabbing for things, blowing raspberries, crawling around, and trying to say words, and I’ll be proud to witness it all.
Rosie must have heard me talking to Desi and ran upstairs to see me, so I put Desi back in the bassinet and scooped up Rosie.
“Good morning to you too, Rosie. I’m not going anywhere today. You wanna go for a jog? Show all those young pups you still go it? Yeah, let’s do it.”
I heard about pets who ran away because they felt neglected and appreciated Rosie making an effort to get the love she needed before making a brash decision like that. She may spend a lot of time outside doing what dogs did in their own little world, but she always knew where home was and who was responsible for her awesome life.
Later that evening, Sophia told me the kitchen sink broke and asked me to call someone. I started to pull out my phone, but for whatever reason, I checked it out first. I’d never used even a screwdriver before, so don’t ask what possessed me to try fixing the sink, but I did. Surprisingly, it was not as hard as I thought it would be, and I actually enjoyed it. That got me thinking. Both my parents were good with their hands. Had I always been good at fixing things and had just now discovered this hidden talent? If I tried woodworking or making candles, would I be any good at it? What if I was a natural, just like Mama? I could run her candle business after she’s gone…maybe. Just a thought.
