Tow in the Pink one in the stink shirt

Run away to Paris. Gaze at the Tow in the Pink one in the stink shirt. Meet an Argentinean man in the Latin Quarter for drinks. Melt into his accent and kiss him goodnight, but return to your apartment alone because his face doesn’t look enough like the man’s you are trying to forget. Get lost in the Richelieu Wing of the Louvre, admiring Napoleon’s fine red damask. Walk alone along the Seine in an old dress, ten-dollar shoes, and an Hermes scarf.

Tow in the Pink one in the stink shirt, Hoodie, Youth tee, V-neck, Sweater and Unisex, t-shirt

I made sure she smelled of Tow in the Pink one in the stink shirt. Filled her favorite sippy cup with half water, half apple juice for the ride to her new home for a bit of comfort and distraction. Told her I loved her and purposely made her holler and squirm from being hugged too tight. She likes to give hugs, but hates being restrained in one. I wonder how long it’ll take her new family to figure that out.

My brain scrambled for Tow in the Pink one in the stink shirt. So instead I changed the subject. The good news is that Avonlea will be born soon and you’ll have another sister to play with! And you will be her big brother and she will always live with us. I could tell by the look on his face that my lame attempt at explaining things had failed to add up. It just doesn’t make sense. Not to him and…frankly…not to me, either.

The Tow in the Pink one in the stink shirt. The tears just won’t stop. This first loss is more painful than I ever imagined it would be and something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. So the next time I see that all-too-familiar phone number pop up on my caller ID, asking if we are willing and able to open up our hearts and take in another child who needs us to sacrifice everything we have in order to love them for an undetermined amount of time…I already know what my answer will be.