I am enjoying sitting with “Sake” and her beautiful family and remembering when each new baby came home from the hospital. I specifically remember how excited “Calvin” was when he finally got a brother (he had just about enough of all the girls we kept bringing home). We brought number 5 home at the ripe old age of 2 days. “Calvin” was ready to go and excited about his new playmate. Imagine his shock and disappointment when his new brother just lay there or cried. Why isn’t he playing?
Eventually “Pook”, as “Mini-Me” named him (we have no idea why) got mobile and was ready and willing to get into all of “Calvin’s” things. This baby brother thing was not as great as it first sounded. Later on,”Pook” became quite useful to his brother as bait for cute middle school girls. With that dimple of his, what girl wouldn’t fall for him?
“Pook” and I have always had a special relationship. We got even closer when he was injured in a car accident years after he was born – more on that later. No offense gentlemen, but for a guy he has always been very perceptive. He could walk into a room, take one look at me and know something was wrong. He would always give me a hug and kiss on those days. My heart would lift or tears would flow depending on what I really needed. To this day, I get my hugs and kisses from “Pook”, even in front of his friends! I hope they never stop. Love you “Pook”.
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