Sad Day Sundays

I had a couple of days with the boys this weekend. While I love spending time with them the saddest part is saying goodbye. This happens every Sunday night after they leave. I’m overwhelm by the realization that I won’t see them for another fortnight. This weekend is different though. I may not see them for a bit longer. I tried to make this weekend a bit more special. We went for a warm hike along the river near St. Jacobs. Found a couple of geocaches and just tried to bond. I gave them a couple of leather jackets from my youth that they will grow in to. They loved trying them on and wore them home.

The last weekend they were here we did something extremely dangerous, but a male rite of passage. Driving the car the last block to the driveway. While sitting in my lap I controlled the accelerator and brake and they controlled the steering wheel. This was a memorable highlight of their weekend and they ask every time we approach home now “can I drive the last corner?”. While this seems dangerous in our bubble-wrap-helmut-wearing-over-protective society I had my hand on the gear selector at all times to be ready to throw it in neutral at the first sign of trouble. Remember, in 4 years they will be behind the wheel without my oversight.