Taking the family on a solo trip
This weekend marks my annual pilgrimage with a bunch of guy friends to Las Vegas for the opening rounds of the National Collegiate Athletic Association men’s basketball tournament. That means I’ll be spending the next four days traveling solo, for fun.
In our family, where the four of us usually travel together, this is big news. And to commemorate the occasion, L made me a present to bring with me on my trip.
She calls it “The Love Book.”
The book is a compilation of drawings she made over the course of the week—drawings that, according to my daughter, demonstrate how much she loves her daddy. Some of the pictures are age-appropriate: Pictures of trees and birds and princesses and butterflies. My personal favorite, the one pictured above, depicts L’s heart full of love for me—when she described it, she said the love was “like thunder.”
As she presented the book to me, L told me to take it with me on my trip, to look at it every day, and to think of her every time I do.
It was the first thing I packed. And I plan to carry it with me wherever I go.
Technically, L and R and Powerwoman will be back at home this weekend while I (gamble and drink and smoke and) hang with the boys in Vegas. Because of The Love Book, however, they’ll be with me the whole time. Which makes me the luckiest guy in town.
This is adorable. She reminds me so much of my four-year-old friend Mayhem. Speaking of mayhem, hope the Vegas trip was just that…and that you have incriminating photos of Spence to show from it.
Kristin! We had a blast. There are photos somewhere. Perez Hilton wants them, too.