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Small giggles are presented on a shake of the head. “Andthisis exactly why I packed extra swimsuits.”
“We both know that’s not true.” My husband chortles prior to lovingly planting a kiss on my shoulder blade. “You pack extra of everything, no matter what it is.”
“That’s not-”
“Sunscreen.”
“Sunburns happen all the time.”
“Superglue.”
“So many things get wobbly without warning.”
“Stain remover.”
“You never know what we might need, Tuck!”
More laughter slips loose as he slides out. “I know allI needto have the best vacation isyou, June Bug.”
Swooning can’t be helped.
“And Lo if we’re doing a family one.” He begins pulling his swim trunks back into place. “Or one where wemightrun intoany typeof magician.”
“Where the hell did this obsession come from?” Amused bewilderment blasts itself onto my face. “I swear, I just woke up one day and was told he’d found his true calling.”
Tucker offers me a small, clueless shrug. “I technically know the where and the when. Not the why. Although, maybe magicishis true calling.”
Would that really be any stranger than someone deciding to merge a lobster and a telephone to reveal people’s secret desires?
I don’t think so.
And if Dali and Edward James could be considered visionaries, who’s to say that Lo and his making stickers appear in the most unusual places isn’t just a genius ahead of his time.
Who knows? Perhaps someday I’ll appreciate havingDragon Ball Zstickers on my favorite lacy bra like nipple pasties.
“Okay,” I casually investigate, “tell me the when and where his love of magic started.”
“Remember our last trip to France?”
“His first but according to himnothis only.”
“During it, we visited the The Musee de la Magie, and we met this guy who called himself Legend andclaimedhe was a descendant of Howard Thurston. Whether it was the dude’s bravado or elocution that had Lo mesmerized, I’m not sure, but I do know thatthatwas the moment when we changed gears from being obsessed about dinosaurs to being obsessed about how we make them disappear.”
The smile that graces my expression is warm and wide but masks my internal pain.
I love my job.
I mean Ireallydo.
Really. Really. Do.
Hand toThe Starry Night.
I love traveling and engaging in new experiences and fumbling through conversations with strangers who become lifelong contacts or friends.
I love food – even if I can’t always pronounce it – and unique fashion – despite how awful I tend to look in it.
I love everything about itexcepthow many special moments of Lo’s life I feel I’m missing. Like his first word, which hilariously enough was goose, followed almost immediately by Koose Koose. I also missed his first steps, which – to no surprise – was over to Tucker’s paint supplies. Rather than put the brush in his mouth like most babies, he pretended to paint the wall. And then the table. And then his dad. At least…that’s the way Tucker tells it. Oh! Oh! And I missed his first trip to the ER for a bump to the noggin, a bump he didn’t even cry about getting…again…according to the man I married.
