One of my best friends turned 13 today. He also happens to be my grandson.
I once said to him, “We have the best conversations.”
“We DO!” he agreed, grinning.
Yesterday we discussed the fine points of finding a clean restroom while on the road. I explained how I manage to avoid touching the seat and he told me about a retail chain where the facilities are always pristine.
“Do you realize,” he said, “that we just had a 30-minute conversation about toilets? And that we didn’t say anything disgusting or offensive?”
We marveled at that, as we frequently do when our queries and conjectures take us deep into the mysteries of the universe.
I called his phone this morning and sang “Happy Birthday” in a voicemail. He called me back to give me times and directions for the day.
The last thing he said to me was, “I can’t wait to see you.”
I feel like I’m the one having a birthday.
Happy day, beautiful boy.