Taking My Boy

After my morning outing was so lonely, I decided to take Troy back to the lake this afternoon after I picked him up. We walked along the same route I had taken in the morning, mostly because I was trying to erase the memories of loneliness with memories of “Troyliness.”

I cherished his constant questions and chatter about the people swimming in the swimming pool; the people on a paddle boat that looked like a giant swan; the fact that monsters don’t exist, so there is no sea monster in the lake anymore; all of the “princesses” in their quincinera dresses having their pictures taken; and the fresh mulch that smelled like cow poo. I willingly and gladly went up and down every set of stairways along the way. I raced him raced down the passageway of arches, where he won, of course, by a toe. I smiled as he talked to every puppy happily out enjoying the weather. I took him to see The Mustangs of Las Colinas, laughed as he tried to stick his little arm in the water to stop the waterfalls, and chased him all over the plaza. I was his accomplice to chasing every squirrel we saw, and I even jumped up to touch one hiding in a tree.

Even though it was the exact same place as this morning, it was just so much more fun and meaningful sharing all of that with Troy. He makes everything better.