I’ll tell you what, though. If I could get a little dose of Aiden every day, things would be all right. David was driving him and Kylie and Titus around tonight, and they stopped by for a minute. Aiden said, “Hi, Uncle Mike,” before I even got a glimpse of him. “I’m eating a French fry,” he told me. “I’m going to paint the cabinet.” David confirmed that he was going to let Aiden help him paint, and I told Aiden I wanted to see the cabinet after he painted it.
“Peace out, Uncle Mike,” he said as they were leaving. “Talk to you later.” With that magical smile on his face the whole time, despite the fact that he’s trying to fight off another cold. I want a little of that spirit to rub off on me. Just being around him is therapeutic. It reminds of when his daddy was small. Whenever I was feeling down, I knew a little dose of David was all I needed to pick me up.