He is still one of the people I love best in the world.

Tolliver is fairly obstinate.  The fountains are too cold, the berry patch is too hot, the museum is too boring, the bathwater is too wet. 

About thirty seconds after I handed him his smoothie this afternoon I heard that sound the straw makes in the cup when you know it's empty.  He handed it back and, licking his lips, said That was yucky.

I just sent my mom a text to apologize for all the times I was outrageously ungrateful.