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Tue, 19 Dec 2006

A Special Bond
I spent last night over at the Thurmond's house with their two kids as well as my two oldest. Matt and Kathy were unexpectedly indisposed for the evening. In order to fit the crew into the ML, I put Berkeley up front on a booster seat and the three girls (Elizabeth, Eliana, and Emily) in the back. We drove over to Snoqualmie and I patched in a generator to their electrical panel in order to fire up the Thurmond's furnace and juice their freezer (they are still without power... 4 days later). We stayed up late (9:30pm), watched some movies, played with toys, and ate a bunch of junk food.

On our way back home this morning, we used the same seating arrangement that we had the evening before - the girls sat in the back and Berkeley sat next to me in the front. With the benefit of the daylight, I now noticed that the booster seat Berkeley sat upon raised his forehead up to my own eye-level. He appeared to be quite content sitting in the front seat of the ML and enjoyed his elevated position - I can't be sure, but I'm fairly certain this was the first time he has sat in the front seat of the ML. I stole looks at him all the way down I-90 from the Thurmonds. As we drove, his expression suggested that he was suppressing a small smirk as he surveyed the unencumbered view in front of him.

While driving north on East Lake Sammamish Parkway toward our home, I took one of those extended moments and looked over at my son. I stared. His hair was tousled from the previous night's sleep; he didn't look unkempt, but the disheveled appearance gave him the look of a much older boy. His eyes were wide open and alert; the soft morning light suffused through the overcast skies and deepened the sage color in his irises. His cheeks and chin were angular and hid what is left of the plump rosiness his face used to bear as a toddler. His hands seemed all at once larger than they should be, or at least, larger than I expected. I took his left hand in my right hand and gave it a few squeezes. He looked over at me briefly and then back toward the road ahead.

"Father and Son... special friends.", he said with a smile.

Then as quickly as I had taken his hand, he let go of mine. I put my own hand on the wheel and looked back toward the road ahead.

:: Posted by rus on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 7:24 pm
:: Filed under /daily_journal/2006



         

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