They pull into the parking lot right on time.
It’s Thanksgiving day. My appointment cancels last minute, it’s GORGEOUS out. After MONTHS of steady rain
I know it would be insane to waste it. Their session isn’t scheduled for a few weeks. They’re American. I cross my fingers that they don’t celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving.
They’ve arrived after pulling it together on a few hours notice to drive to Whistler, shop for clothing and get haircuts and back to Squamish.
They don’t even appear frazzled. They check each other to make sure it’s all straight.
They still have that twinkle in their eyes when they look at each other.
How do they do it?
This is our fourth fall together.
The boys know the drill. We walk around for an hour and a half, throwing rocks, tickling, playing with sticks.
Just like every year they goof around shooting off their lazerbeams of happiness.
Just like every year Kathy looks at me at the end and says, “Do you think you got anything?”