Living with the ex comes with a myriad of emotional moments: lots of them awkward and frustrating; some of the steeped with livid anger; others gray with apathy.
But then, there are moments that shine with the glorious brilliance of what should have been…
The ex doesn’t like to be in pictures, but I couldn’t help myself with this one. Would you cut me any slack if I mentioned that I was also thinking how much the kid would probably enjoy looking at this picture later when he’s grown?
(I am not going to lie. I love this picture. And will probably order prints so that we (the entire family) can enjoy the image in a frame or posted on the fridge.)