His children grabbed a hold of that strand of DNA and wove it into their own character. Wade finished two college applications tonight, writing and editing and laughing with his father. He is planning for the future, undaunted.
He asks for family nights, again, so we plan them.
Before I joined them, I put some time in at the gym and then ran to Braum's to grab some milk. Taylor used to order a chocolate milkshake with almonds each time she visited our favorite ice cream vendor. I would poke fun at her - telling her that Braums had made chocolate almond ice cream for years. She insisted that a chocolate almond shake was just not the same.
I ordered the shake tonight - repeating my order three times to the sweet lady behind the counter. I watched her carefully as she made the shake - a little milk, some chocolate sauce, chocolate ice cream. five heaping spoonfuls of almonds, and a little more milk.. She placed the green cup beneath the mixer, and I cringed as the machine screamed as it worked through the frozen treat.
The boys were laughing when I entered the house and waited until I was out of the shower and walking through the kitchen to get me to wait on them. It meant they waited for what they wanted for over twenty minutes, but it also meant they didn't have to leave their recliners and walk the four feet into the kitchen to serve themselves. As they remarked on this reality, the smirks and laughter emerged as salty as ever.
Their laughter comes easy and the sarcasm easier - like it has been served for years.
Taylor was right, though, - the shake - it's just not the same.