H, I occasionally ask you what you want to be when you grow up.
Lately, you have been saying that you do not want to be anything, that you do not want to work.
I am starting to think you have the right idea.
This job stuff is overrated, to tell you the truth.
And lazy days are underrated.
More walks. More quiet afternoons. More books. More movies. More coffee. And more road trips.
More time with you girls.
I love you.
-Dad
This last weekend we did our annual Albuquerque trip.
It was great. I love the hotel we stay at. Etc.
But this year we went about a month later than usual – and it was warm enough for us to be able to swim.
(Almost warm enough. It was still freezing.)
Still, you two girls talked us into swimming everyday in the hotel pool.
All that to say, K, you started to get cold and asked to get out of the water one evening.
Mom and H stayed behind as I scooped you out of the pool.
To keep you warm as Mom and H finished, I wrapped you up in two towels and sat you in a chair.
You still looked cold so I got a third towel and draped it over your head to shield you from the wind.
Before could even step away, you yelled:
I’m Jesus!
You said it about ten more times and we were all dying laughing.
I think I got it on video too.
I love you.
-Dad
