Status Updates From Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire ...

Lila: You are my purpose.

Tripp: I like being where she belongs.

Tripp: Thank you for not giving up on me.

Lila: I wouldn’t deserve you if I had.

Tripp: I like you in my family.

Lila: I love you being mine.

Tripp is closer to 40 than he is to 30.

Let go of how you got here and embrace being you.

I had friends. Well … I had acquaintances who were not enemies.

I knew it! That was the big secret about Lilah’s identity!

I’m not leaving, and neither is he. We have a someday.

I’m going to deserve you, Tripp Wilson.

🥰

I know that feeling - when you’ve had your body all your life, but you suddenly forget how it works. Or knowing that moving boulders needs help, but thinking no one else can possibly understand how big the boulder actually is.

I’m a friend.

You’re a liar.

I didn’t say I was *your* friend. I just said I’m A friend.

This is the great outdoors … frogs and chipmunks can’t give my kids the flu.

She’s gone goldfish - eyes bugging, mouth floundering.

Is it normal to mourn someone you barely knew?

Yeah. It’s a lost opportunity.

We live in a village where we’re just as likely to be fed or grounded by someone else’s parents as our own.

My eyebrows are up so high they’re rearranging my hairline.

I life at home. Hell, managing a toddler and a preschooler is a workout on its own.

Every time I hear “Mr. Wilson”, I think of the old show (and comic) “Dennis the Menace”.

(How old am I? 😅)

Tripp Wilson is a mid-30’s single dad (widower) of two.

These seams are double-reinforced, which means I’ll break my c0ck before I bust a seam.

You don’t have bad memories. But you’re not living if you’re not making more good memories. Jessie would want you to move on.