I'd never been more glad than I was today for the arrangements my dad had made so we could see Carmen. This past weekend had been very hard on Jasper, after his mom had stopped by to see the game last Saturday, only to make a quick exit.
Rose had ended up telling him a few things that he apparently hadn't been aware of himself, and it had weighed heavily on his mind for the rest of the weekend. He'd been very quiet all of yesterday, and had sat for hours with his guitar in hand, mindlessly strumming it. It made me wonder if the guitar itself held any significance to him, or whether that was how he worked through things.
When he wasn't sitting with his guitar, he'd snuggled with me on the couch, the TV on low for background noise, though neither of us had paid it any real attention.