Lise begins her sailing classes next week but her obsession began weeks ago when she received confirmation of her place in the camp. She found, in constructing a model sailboat, a way to assuage her eagerness for the camp to begin. Lise is Craig's daughter in the way she loves to put things together, to understand how and why pieces and parts work in unison. She seems to have learned from him the need to extract every available morsel from an interest in order to savor and elongate all associated experiences.
Rem moves through each day with such energy and exuberance that I sometimes grow exhausted from watching him. I imagine Craig to have exhibited similar displays as a child especially when similar bursts of passionate enthusiasm escape from his middle-aged self (so much more now than a year ago). Rem's overwhelming and complete adoration of his father draws groans from his sisters and even I get tired of sitting through Rem's declarations of love for Craig. But watching Rem concentrate on his latest Lego project (lately involving forts and fortresses for Red Coats) and then needing to share his excitement on completion ignites a desire for my own ardent declarations of love for father and son.
I enjoy seeking Craig and finding him in our children. I see myself in them, too, so