I envy how patient you are. In my head I know it’s because it’s only the second time you’ve had to say it for the day as opposed to my 15th, but the envy is there all the same. You’re not the only one who notices my impatience, and believe it or not, I was aware of it before you said my name in that tone you so love. I envy the fact that I rarely have to say your name in such a tone.

Sometimes I envy you for the adult conversations I know you had, for the fact that you go places in your car with only the company of your own thoughts, for the fact that you can run to Chick-fil-A real quick for lunch without a second thought or a diaper bag.

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