From December 6, 2014
On Friday night my younger sister called J. “K has his backpack all packed and his coat on. He is waiting for you.”
Earlier in the week J had promised him that he could come see his auntie and uncle. It’d been well over a year since we’d seen him. J stopped by to pick up K on the way home and the second he saw us that night, it was like no time had passed. We were back into the dinosaur games and playing with the dogs, trips around town and playing soccer.
The only thing that had changed was K himself. A year ago, he jabbered more than talked. Now, however, he talks and talks about anything and everything, and I love it! I love being able to have conversations with him, even if they are about farts and burps, stinky feet and dog doo. I love our games at the park and the way he explains the rules to the games he makes up. I love his laugh and the way his face lights up when he is being silly.
And, most of all, I love that we now live close enough to see him again. He has grown so much in the last year that I am glad we weren’t away for longer.