Sentimentality

The little blond boy waving from the living room window as I walked back to the Shop. The redhead who wanted to play 'guys' (role play with his action figures) at lunch. The preteen who played softball because her dad liked bat and ball games. I miss them.

Maybe I am more sentimental than I care to think.

For years I thought it was all behind me. I thought I was beyond sentimental. Then days come when I find out they're still here.

I watch movies about vampires, with Rifftrax commentary (and only because of that) with one. I go to venerable Major League ballparks with the next. I eat marvelous soups designed on the fly by the third.

And it's all good.

So you may as well be sentimental about it. Because it's all good.