Sawyer was giddy about the idea of a night out on the town with Santi, even though it wasn’t really night and we didn’t live in a very big town. And when Santi pulled up in his civilian sedan at 5:30, Saw didn’t even wait for him to get out of the car before he climbed into his seat in the back.
I walked over, strapped my son in, and then headed to Santi’s window. He was dressed in dark jeans, a White Stripes t-shirt, and a ball cap. He looked amazing, and I had to resist the urge to suggest a change in plans so I could appreciate him. “He’s a little excited,” I said as I smiled toward the four-year-old bouncing behind him. “You’re still not going to tell me what you’re up to are you?” I asked as I leaned over to kiss Santi.
“Nope. And Sawyer, tonight’s mission is top secret,” he said wi
