Midnight snax

Jerry isn't home, but Lily and I are sleeping at your house.

I forgot to eat dinner and woke up searching for soup. The canned goods struck me as all the things you bought for all the dishes you’d normally cook but never got to.

+Kidney beans for Red Beans & Rice.

+Hoppin John ingredients.

+Greens.

+Rotel, tomatoes, black beans, & corn (that dip hits every time).

+Cream of chicken & cream of mushroom for casseroles.

Jerry's stuff stands out— nacho cheese dip, NOT Paul Newman’s spaghetti sauce (criminal), & ambiguous jams.

One day these odd relics of your daily life will be gone.

Josh crept upstairs at the imperfect moment to catch me crying at the canned food. It made me laugh and expelled the sadness.

He's the best thing that’s happened this year. I like to imagine we get along in a special way, but I know he charms the entire world. Everyone deserves that kind of laughter, so I'm good with that. I know Jerry needs him in more ways than he knows.