Lunch in the Summer…

It was the summer of 1995 and I was 26 years old.  My son had just turned three and my mother I suggested I take him to McDonalds.  So he and I walked the probably half mile to McDonalds and got lunch.

As we sat in our booth it was just him and I.  This little man eating a happy meal, laughing and chattering and I enjoyed my lunch with him so much.  I wondered why we didn’t do this more often, just him and I.

I remember getting up from our lunch, wishing it could have lasted longer.  And then life went on.

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