“Great! As always!” I beam.
“We just wanted to wish you kids a very Merry Christmas!” his mother tells us, and we return the sentiment.
“Wish you were here enjoying this sixty-degree weather,” Easton adds.
“Ha, don’t rub it in. It’s supposed to snow tonight,” Tristan tells them.
“Maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up to a winter wonderland. How perfect would that be for Christmas!” His mother’s voice raises an entire octave.
“That would be amazing!” I squeal. “I love it when that happens.”
“What’re y’all up to?” Easton asks.
“We’re going to check out Times Square and maybe watch people ice skate.”
“Yes, it’s so fun!” I grin.
“You two have fun!” his parents tell us, and we end the call.
“I love them. They’re so sweet,” I say as we make our way through the city.
“Forgot to warn you about
