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You’d be less misty-eyed if he lived with you.
Don’t moments like that remind us to try to make the most of each day…even if we don’t succeed? Time is so fleeting.
Olivia, I think you underestimate my ability to get misty-eyed. Admittedly, one of the joys of auntie-hood is the ‘catch and release’ programme – play with the child, give the child back to parents. But then, this is me, the woman who needed to privately rehearse a wedding service a dozen times because I kept tearing up at the part where I declared them husband and wife. I think I’d be just as pathetically teary if I lived with Damian. (Sammy, of course, unlike Murray and I, doesn’t tear up – she’s tough!)