Hug Twice

Last week, I was driving with the kids and on the entrance ramp to the highway, traffic slowed to a virtual halt.  there was an accident up ahead, not that I had known that when I chose to go on the highway, and from the entrance ramp there wasn’t much I could do about it.  We were putting along slowly, barely moving, when i hear CJ pipe up from the backseat “Look!  There’s the other house!”.

And as I looked over to the right, I realized we were passing the apartment complex we used to live in.  We pass it several times a month, and you can clearly see it from the highway, but we’re usually moving too quickly for CJ to notice I guess.  But the thing is - I had no idea he really remembered the apartment at all - we moved a bit before his third birthday.  And, for that matter, I can’t believe he recognizes it from the highway view.

He then told me about how he and Daddy played outside there and threw a ball and all about the geese and the pond and the walks they used to take there.  In fact, he did remember, quite clearly, living there and playing there.  I asked him if we wanted to go back and see it and he said no, it was too far away.  He seemed happy to go back to our house.

But still it amazes me how much he remembers about things that happened close to two years ago now.

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