On days where we are really missing each other, Tony and I ask each other if there is room in the other’s pocket to stay in. Sometimes when Tony is about to go to work, I pretend like I am going to dive into his hip pocket, and then he kind of holds it open. It’s our little way of staying close, safe and loved.
I only mention it because I thought of our little pocket thing when I saw this as an advertisement link from the Washington Post. Who knew such a thing existed? It makes you wonder about things like nurse to baby ratios in hospitals and nurseries. What do you think?
Crawl in my pocket
February 14, 2009 by epbush
