When I got home last night, the kids were already in bed. It was about 8:30pm and Val told me that she thought Connor was still awake so I headed upstairs to check and hopefully be able to say good night.
I walked into his darkened room quietly so as to not wake him if he were in fact asleep.
“Hi Buddy. Why are you still awake?”
“Sometimes when you aren’t home I have a hard time falling asleep.”
“Well I’m here now so it’s time to hit the sack my little friend.”
He protested mildly with “But it’s so hot in here.”
It was pretty warm outside so his room was a sweatbox. He’s the type of kid who’s always hot even if it’s 62 degrees in his room.
“Why don’t we open the windows for a few minutes and look at the stars?” I offered.
He jumped out of bed and knelt on the floor next to me. We opened the window and rested our crossed arms on the windowsill with our heads poking out into the night sky.
It was very quiet.
“Look at all those stars Daddy. How many are there?
“A lot. But see that one there? The really bright one? Notice how it doesn’t twinkle? That’s because it’s a planet!! “
“Wow! Really? So I just saw a planet?”
“Yup, you did.”
There was a long pause as we both stared up at the stars from the window of his second story bedroom window. He eventually rested his head against my shoulder.
“Look at that star Daddy!! It’s blinking blue!”
“That’s an airplane Connor.”
He laughed heartily.
“I wish I had a flashlight right now so I could shine it up to the sky. A flashlight that had wings and could fly up to the stars! That would be so cool.”
“That would be cool. When I was a kid, I always had a flashlight next to my bed just like you do, although it didn’t have wings. But when you wake up in the morning you’ll be 6 years old! Maybe you’ll get a new flashlight as a present.
“Grandpa Bob is getting me a wheel barrow.”
We sat in silence for several minutes staring at the winter sky and Connor’s head resting against my shoulder now with his arm entwined with mine.
“I love you Daddy.”
“I love you too buddy. Happy almost birthday.”
“Tickle Fight!!” he exclaimed.
“Tomorrow buddy. Tomorrow when you’re 6.”
“Is tomorrow a Dude Day?” He asked excitedly.
“No, tomorrow is a school day but it’s also your birthday!!”
“Ok, good night Daddy.”
“Good night Connor. I love you.”
“I love you too.”