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Your Special Relationship

Your Special Relationship

H and K, let me tell you about your special relationship.

See, we just got back from a weekend in Ruidoso.

K, you did not sleep well.

You did not really sleep at all.

The nights we were gone were rough on mom as a result.

But I told you that to tell you this.

H and K, K and H, you two already have a special relationship that I will never understand.

I will never know what it is to have a sibling.

But you two already have something beautiful.

One night, when K was not sleeping, we finally corralled H away from playing with cousins and grandparents.

Feet were washed, teeth were brushed, and pajamas were put on.

All the while, K screamed with discontent at being in our mountain cabin. Or possibly, she had an ear ache.

Either way, K was inconsolable.

We finally laid you two down in bed beside each other.

You both turned and looked at each other.

While you looked each other over, H, you patted K’s head, rubbed her head, played with her fingers, and gently touched her nose.

This went on for about three minutes as you gently grunted and squeaked at each other.

Then you both rolled on your backs, and promptly fell asleep.

Y’all are beautiful.

I know your relationship will ebb and flow as the years go by, but I hope you shake out as best friends.

Because you always have been.

I love you.

–Dad

Unemployed Economist

Unemployed Economist

I am not sure how the discussion started.

But at dinner a few days ago, I made a comment about my girls bringing a boy home to meet mom and dad.

It was something along the lines of:

If she brought home a guy with an M.D. and trust-fund, that was a deacon at church, I’m still not sure he would be good enough for her.”

To which mom said:

What if she brings home an unemployed economist, that just wants to be a writer?”

I laughed so hard.

And then there was a awkward silence.

Because that’s exactly who I was when mom brought me home.

Other than having a job, I guess that’s who I still am.

I love you.

–Dad