True to his word, my ex delivered the goods this evening. We were all quite amused; and for a moment–as the kids and I giggled and flipped through the dozen or so poses he’d put the puppy through on the copier–I had a sudden glimpse of the man he used to be, and the family we once were.

Then I realized my wistful moment was a byproduct of stuffed animal porn. That helped to put the nostalgia in perspective.