Yesterday officially started Huck’s spring break.  We have our friends’ car for a few days so we picked him up from school fancy-style and then drove over to New Jersey for a nature hike, a freezing cold picnic, some playground action and shopping.  The day was chillier than I’d anticipated so I asked Huck if he froze to death at recess that day, and from his friend Luca’s car seat he gazed out the window with a contented smile on his face, folded his hands in his lap and said, “I was fine.  It was lovely,” as if he was a 58 year old man drinking a brandy by the fireplace.

Every now and then Troy and I look at each other, these two obnoxious ragamuffins who started dating almost 20 years ago to the day, and wonder where this intellectual old man came from.  He’s lovely.