Star-studded day...

Last night Y got home late for work, and when J ran onto the sidewalk, pajama-clad, to greet him and asked him his standard question of interest (for this week at least), "Daddy, what did you have for lunch?" - Y replied, "Well actually, I had lunch with Mark Harmon today." For my benefit, rather than J's of course, who really is just interested to know if Y consumed his standard burrito lunch that day.

Y's boss was headed out to the set of 'a certain' premier network TV show, where the cast was filming for the day, and she invited Y to come along to check things out. Why resist an offer like that? So he hung out with Mark Harmon and Michael Weatherly, had lunch with them, accepted an invitation from Harmon (a cold, down-to-earth guy) to have a cup of coffee in his trailer. Y and I joked about the likeness to the ridiculous feature in popular celeb-obsessed magazines - "Stars are just like us! They drink coffee too!" It was by any measure a fun and interesting day for Y.

The hardest part of the day for J, every day now, is when Y leaves for work and J has to lament the fact that it's not Saturday. He simply hates to be apart from Y. I must say that I can't blame him. If ever there was an attentive, devoted, involved father - parenting his children with the perfect mix of enjoyment and authority - it is Y. He's phenomenal. I often think about the God's grace in his timing of Y's training last year - that J was 2 yrs 2 mos old when Y left, rather than the 2 yrs 8 mos old (or older!) when the separation finally ended. It would have been heartbreaking for J, and me, to have to endure months apart from Y if he were to have the cognitive awareness - and sheer devotion - to his dad that he does now...