During dinner last night, Elijah turned to me and said, “Remember when you got in our bath, Daddy?”

“Yes, I do.” Especially since it was about 15 minutes ago. I mean, I’m getting old, I can’t deny it, but I have a ways to go, I hope, until Alzheimer’s sets in.

“And we had to swim under you when we switched sides?”

“Yeah, I stepped over you guys to get to the other side so I could be a bit more comfortable.”

“Yeah,” he says looking at me, letting me know inviting me into his bath was something special and that I better understand that.

I do, Elijah. I do.