Jamie and I reattempted the steep hike that was the catalyst for his heart surgery last month.
He did marvelously.
It was so wonderful to be on a date together doing what we love most. We talked about work projects as well as brainstormed ideas for future collaborations.
We also talked about the kids. I saw the Garfield movie on an endcap at Target for $5 and bought it for Haddie’s birthday. She has been harassing me about it for weeks, citing the last time she saw Garfield was years ago. She is able to recount the most freakishly specific details about what she was doing when she saw it.
Then, we talked about Bode. I continue to be impressed with how even-keeled he is. I can count on one hand how many temper tantrums he has had (whereas Haddie lived in timeout when she was 2 and 3). When I have his friends over, I am reminded of just how easy-going, agreeeable and mature he is.
Jamie acknowledged both.
“That Haddie, she has an amazingly keen memory like me,” Jamie boasted.
I agreed.
“And Bode,” he continued, “He inherited his dad’s wisdom and depth.”
I didn’t discount any of it but I wanted in.
“So, what did they inherit from me?” I queried, preparing myself for an outpouring of my good graces.
Long pause.
“They inherited your round head.”
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