Something is happening to Charles lately.
His computer hands are calloused from hauling in the firewood without gloves. His tool collection has grown to include actual tools in addition to all those random wires and cords. He now wears boots all the time and even helps Dad out with things on the skidder.
Who is this person?
Last night we went out to dinner to celebrate his 40th (!) and I gave him the book of people’s birthday wishes. He loved it -even choked back a few tears (in a decidedly manly way).
Is it the move to the Northwest? Old age? Snow on the brain?
Not sure. But since these changes also include fewer socks on the living room floor, I’m not complaining. (Note I didn’t say ‘no socks’ on the floor -he’s still Charles after all)