Man Boy

I picked up my oldest son and his friends from "Man Night" at the church which is attached to his school. They played video games all night, ate as much pizza as their tummies could hold, competed in an all campus Capture the Flag game against the sixth graders, and scooped up handfuls of Skittles and M&M's without any parents tapping them on the shoulder and making them empty their palms. He and his friends were sweaty and chatty as they recapped the nights events while we walked to my car.

My son sat shotgun while I drove, and both of his friends sat in the backseat. Within the first seconds of driving out of the parking lot my big, man boy, reached out and grabbed my hand. I know full well that both hands should be on the steering wheel when I am driving, but I was not going to pass up this opportunity. We held hands the entire way home. He didn't care if his friends saw what was happening because in his world, it was just he and I.

I could not wipe the smile off of my face. I love that kid. I hope that he still wants to hold my hand when he is driving the car, and I am sitting shotgun.


Sarah Markley said…
I love this. So perfectly precious. It made me smile! =)
Amy said…
Oh, Linda... Be still my heart! This is precicely why I am so glad I have a son, now.