Lowcountry Geek

Those who know me know that the emotions don’t flow too freely from me.

So that I almost shed a tear after finishing putting Isaac’s new, twin bed together on Friday night needs to be acknowledged and cataloged.

How is he old enough, I wondered.

How is he old enough to already be in a twin bed?

How is he old enough to run into his bedroom no fewer than 12 times over the two hours it took me to put his bed together to ask: “Dad, when will my bed be ready?”

But it was more than that, because this is more than a bed.

This is where I’ll body slam Isaac and Aaron (whom, speaking of how is he old enough, already is potty trained and in Isaac’s toddler bed), surely hurting one of them in the process. This is where Isaac will run to and cry into his pillow when Carolyn and I tell him he can’t have or do something, or when a girl first breaks his heart.

It’s where Carolyn or I likely will fall asleep while trying to wait up for him when he’s stayed out too late.

It’s where he’ll sleep until he leaves for college. (I’m nearly crying just typing this.)

The truth is this might not be the case about this individual bed, because in a couple of years we’ll probably get the boys bunk beds, and they’ll sleep in those for a while until they beg us to have their own rooms.

But when I stood in Isaac’s doorway, watching as he threw the covers over his head in utter excitement over his new sleeping quarters, these future moments were all I could think about.

How is he old enough?