***Please note, I have had Type 1 Diabetes for 30 years. I have also been obsessing over Frye Boots for years.***
Last Sunday, Kalow was sitting on the floor having a super important conversation with Harper, when he looks over and can see tears in my eyes.
K: What’s wrong?
Me: Oh I just have the Sunday night blues. I wish you could stay home with us. I miss you when you’re at work.
K: Well, that’s not gonna happen anytime soon, (looking at Harper) unless we win the lottery. Winning the lottery means mo money and mo problems.
A few minutes pass and the tears have stopped.
Me: If we win the lottery will you buy me a pancreas?
Kalow continues to play with Harper.
Me: Okay, a pancreas and a pair of Frye Boots.
K: Seriously, did you just throw in a pair of Frye boots?
M: With a big smile….maybe.
A girl can dream, right?