“You do that,” she replies as she follows me onto the porch, closing and locking the door behind her as she goes.
Heading to my truck, I find Max kneeling on the driver’s seat, wheel in hand and pretending to drive. “Did you obey all the stop signs?” I ask my happy four-year-old.
“I wasn’t really driving, Daddy,” Max laughs, the sound a balm that soothes my soul.
“Well, that’s good. I don’t recall you getting a license,” I say opening up the door to the back seat. “Climb over so I can get you strapped in.”
“Bye bye, Maxi. Mommy loves you,” Ashley sings over my shoulder as I get our son buckled into his booster seat.
“Bye, Mommy! Love you!”
Ashley doesn’t acknowledge me, and that’s okay. I’m more than ready to get out of here. Max and I have the day together, and I know just what we should do. We’re going to grab the tee ball stuff and head to the park. I can pack a small cooler with a few peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and bottles of water. We’ll make a morning out of it, swinging, sliding, and running the bases. Then, after lunch, we can head back to my place so we can get cleaned up and maybe relax a bit before I have to pick up Kate.
This day is definitely looking up.