I’m on the last night of a road trip to Austin, Texas. It’s been my first plane trip since baby Sarah was born in September.
I miss my family. Emails like this about our 5-year-old son, Will, make it a little easier … and a little harder …
From: Deidre Miles
Date: February 25, 2010 9:46:34 PM CST
To: Tim Miles
Subject: conversations with Will
I think I might start a blog with that title.
#1 - We’re in the car and Will’s was complaining about being cold so I turned up the heat really high and told Will I’d done that.
Will: Is the air warm?
Me: Yes. It’s on 74 degrees so it makes it like summer in our car.
Will: So we could open up the doors and warm up the whole world so that the plants would grow?
#2 - I’m putting him to bed tonight.
Will: When daddy gets older I will sleep in bed with you.
Me: Where’s daddy going to be?
Will: He will be too tall for your bed and he will have a new bed. (He’s of the mindset that everyone just continues to keep getting taller as they age)
#3 - I recorded a DVD for Will off the Tivo today and right at bedtime we were checking to make sure it would work for first thing tomorrow morning.
Me: Oh Buddy. It’s not working. I don’t know what’s wrong with it.
Will: I think I might know.
Me: What do you think it is?
Will: Sometimes the discs just don’t work.
That’s my boy. I’ll see you soon, buddy.