Makes me miss my people before they’re gone.

Makes we want to document more moments like this:

The bbf and I kick a blue rubber ball around the yard after his long day at work and my colossal afternoon nap. I collapse on the grass. “I’m exhausted from all this soccer,” I say. “I think I’m coming down with something.”

The bbf throws the ball at my head. “I think you have the trust fund flu.”