Baby bear (Torryn, two weeks) and brother bear (Sawyer, 2) watching @CriticalRole theme for the 10th time before the man cub (Gryphon, 6) stormed the keep begging to watch Grog kick butt (old intro) being raised right, methinks! (photobomb from Gilmore, the Frumpkin/Goose clone)
Anybody else, upon hearing/seeing the word masquerade IMMEDIATELY have a mashup of Phantom of the Opera and The Labyrinth pop into their head? No? Just me then?
Today. Baby graduates Kindergarten. At close of ceremony, they play your graduating class song for the memory slideshow from this year. Thanks, slideshow, I wasn’t already crying or anything.
Sometimes... it just hurts. Sometimes it’s not minute by minute, it’s breath by ragged breath. Sometimes people are wrong and they don’t have to face the just consequences they so rightly deserve. Sometimes the hurt is the most blatant reminder that you’re still here, a survivor.