Coop and I didn't exactly make up, but we've agreed to disagree. Which is sort of a bummer because making up would be nice right about now if it included some kissing. Actually, you know, I'm not sure we even really AGREED to disagree--maybe we just sort of wore each other down to the point where we're too tired to continue. This trying to make big life-changing decisions? It's freaking exhausting.
I had lunch today with hokgardner, from the comments. It's an interesting thing because I had met her before, several years ago and she's been a reader of my humor/parenting column, So, the thing is... for a long time. But it's through this blogging thing --and knitting--that we've become real friends. I think maybe that might be the key to why blogging is so wonderful for people who are shy, like hokgardner and me. Blogging allows you a window into each others' day-to-day lives in a way not unlike real in-life friends get when they pop into each others' houses. It's also a way of hedging my bets, I guess, because I put myself out there, totally exposed, and if someone still wants to meet up with me, I know there's a good chance that she's not going to run screaming away in rejection when I show up with food on my shirt and carrying my knitting.
She brought her youngest, a little boy named Campbell, who was just... unbelievably adorable. He's got that wobbly, new walking and that blinding baby smile. Once, he came around a corner and stretched up his arms, beaming and laughing at me. I think he meant to aim for hokgardner but he missed. Still, I'll take it. He saw a guy dressed in work clothes going into a restaurant at a distance and I could see him start to beam and get all hopeful. I remembered how when Coop and I were still dating, we would meet for lunch and he would be in full business suit and tie and small children would just automatically stretch their arms up to him and say, "Daddy?" And how his face would open up as he bent down to say hello.
I don't know. Maybe I should try that.