Did You Miss Me?

My wife Carole and I go to a wedding this weekend in Minnesota. It was held at a winery. Really lovely, it was for my Godfather’s son, Zack, and his new wife Amber. Seems like a lot of love between them, so,

Good luck. 

The kids stay at home with their Grandfather Rich. We call from time to time. Of course we miss them. But it’s nice to have a couple days alone with my wife. 

We get back, the kids run into our arms. That feels good. I ask my 8 year-old son Liam, so…did you miss me?  He thinks for a second, says, no. Not really. 

Oh that feels good. 

I say, you don’t say “not really.”  You lie. Oh Dad I missed you so much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wrote your name down a thousand times, you’re all I could think about. 

He gets down from my embrace, takes off, ignores me. 

He’s got all my BS figured out. 

Later on, I’m tucking him into bed. I tell him a story or two from the weekend. I LOVE telling him stories. I tell him a story, he rates it. What did you think about that one, Liam? He says, good. I’d give it an 8.5. 

I say good night to him, give him a kiss, tell him I love him. He says, Dad. I learned a lesson from you. 

I say, oh yeah?  What was that?

He says, mom asked me if I missed her, and I said, 

Duh. I missed you so much. 

-Clint Curtis
   

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