My little Elea Grace (called ‘Goosie’ by her parents) loves to text me in the mornings precisely when I’m on an uphill climb on my morning run.
Which means I get more texting done than running.
Which means I may never run that marathon.
But her texts are pretty much hilarious and are usually chocked full of exclamation points and question marks.
And they’re nearly always about food.
Which confirms her status as my daughter.
The interruptions are so worth it.
And I know—I’m totally a pushover.
Oh, and her texting ‘handle’ is DANCE-DANCE-DANCE!.