Ever heard of Cambodia?

Kate sitting in daddy's lap watching Izzy climb the rock wall

Kate sitting in daddy’s lap watching Izzy climb the rock wall

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.

Of course, our little athlete chose "the hard side" and went right to the top.

Of course, our little athlete chose “the hard side” and went right to the top.

Max, you watched from nearby with Nana and Papaw.

Max, you watched from nearby with Nana and Papaw.

Afterwards we went to Nana an Papaw’s house where you played outside in the driveway and drew these lifesize versions of yourselves.

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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.

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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,

– Daddy

TRAINING:

SAT: rode 27 miles easy

Sun: Ran 10 miles easy