I can't believe how clean their room is when they're not in it. And I can't believe how I much I miss those loud, (sometimes) pains in the asses. I'm having a deep and wonderful time here with just A and M and I'm spending some alone time just with M so A can write and that has been a treat, but I really, really miss my other kids too. I'm flying to Georgia on Tuesday for Chet's birthday and just can't wait to wrestle him, can't wait to squeeze Ava till she giggles. This is the only time of the year that I'm away from them so long and I know it's good for them to spend time with their mom and grandma and I know it's good for us three to get a little break from each other, but geez. It hurts.
We talk every day on the phone, Ava much more than Chet, who still does little more than parrot back to me what it was that I just told him. I can't help but think that eight years from now when she goes away to college I'm gonna be a wreck.
I've been thinking a lot about love and such these days and still can't believe that I'm surrounded by so much of it. I went out for a BNO the other night (which turned out to be us three guys staying in and watching Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo, one of the funniest comedies this year and one of the smartest political satires). My friend Mustapha asked me how I was doing. Without even thinking I replied, "Never better," and then had to smile. It's true. I feel surrounded by people that love me and for that I'm ridiculously lucky.
How about you? Any pithy revelations this summer?
