I’m glad Mike and I got to spend some quality time together. Lately we’ve been keeping very different schedules and it’s been hard to schedule time. Mike had a blast talking basketball with the guy sitting next to him, and I had a blast listening to him talk about betting. I am starting to get a basic idea of what it entails. He was exuberant after finding out that his parlay had gone through and he’d won $150. (Which is good because his betting money comes from my bank account – I should start charging a fee every time.)
But we were talking on the ride home, having lapsed into one of our infrequent yet necessary “real talk” sessions and he goes, “We’re not like other people…Do you know how much we’re loved?” and proceeds to wax on about how wonderful our lives are.
I really am grateful that I’m not an only child. I love Mike because I know that he’s going to grow up and be this great person. I admire him. He reads more than me (never thought you’d hear that, did you?). He explores things that interest him. He loves Ghandi and Nelson Mandela. He’s this wise man crammed into the body of a 21 year old.
We are polar opposites. But we work really well together. He keeps me in line and I do the same, just at different times. I conceptualize and he does details. I socialize and he does the math. It works. However, no one does the grocery shopping.
I have a very full life that’s overflowing with great things. And I really do love every single minute of it. Thanks for the reminder, Mike. You’re the best.