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.
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