Amazon delivered two boxes. After a week spent packing and moving into a new home I wanted nothing to do them because inside were bed frames for Luca and Anna. I didn’t possess the mental capacity to assemble anything with dozens of small parts.
But the girls were excited. So I pushed one box toward their room and began putting pieces together. After a few minutes, Luca joined me. She sat on her mattress and began telling me about school and friends and exactly how much hair she wants trimmed.
It’s not often I get to listen to my daughter tell me about what’s important in her life without a single interruption. She turned 13 a few weeks ago. It doesn’t seem that long since I sat on the floor and watched Harold the Purple Crayon with her, trying to tune out the horrific tragedy of 9/11.
Moments like these are unpredictable and rare. I wonder how many of them I miss because I’m tuned out?
We finished assembling the bed frame. With the mattress in place, my work was done. I kissed Luca on the forehead, and headed up bed, happier than any father has a right to be.