Ever heard of Cambodia?
Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate,
Saturday we went to Nana and Papaw’s church for a block party. You played in the bounce houses, climbed the rock wall, ate from Nashville food trucks, and visited the antique car show.
Afterwards we went to Nana an Papaw’s house where you played outside in the driveway and drew these lifesize versions of yourselves.
Late that afternoon as Nana was preparing dinner, I listened as you and Papaw had a quiet conversation in the living room, Max. You asked about one of Papaw’s framed temple rubbings that he brought home from Vietnam:
“What’s that?” you asked, pointing to the framed golden image on the wall.
“It’s a temple rubbing from Cambodia,” replied Papaw. “You ever heard of Cambodia?”
Blank stare. A few seconds of silence.
“Let’s go outside!” you said.
Nana and I laughed as Papaw followed you back out onto the driveway, moving on from further discussions about Southeast Asian geography and covert black ops outside of the “wire”.
Sunday we went to church. Then you two little ones blasted each other with the water hose while I washed Mommy’s van.
We finished the day off with scooter race around Izzy’s school and playing on the playground until dark.
It was a fun, family-filled, weekend. The sort that’s extraordinary its simplicity.
I love you,
SAT: rode 27 miles easy
Sun: Ran 10 miles easy