I got a phone call last week, from my favorite sweet little boy young man. He’s working now, and was offered Knott’s Berry Farm tickets through work.

He thought of me (is your monitor glowing extra bright from the beam on my face?). He had offered two tickets to me and That Guy, but he agreed to go with us when I admitted that I’d rather hang out with him than take his tickets.

It was a lazy day. We walked around, we sat on a bench, we ate lunch. We talked, we didn’t talk. We took turns playing with the baby. There were moments of quiet, where his absent sisters would usually be gabbing.

He told me all about work, about the lifestyle he’s chosen for himself his first year out of high school. It’s so nice to get to know the man that he’s become.

Even if I miss that sweet little boy.