Recovery party

John Meyer
March 14, 2013

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I was standing beside the door of the thai restaurant I was due to meet the kids in. It was Monday evening, around 6 o’clock. Dawn and I had agreed to meet half way from each others house for this in-between-visit dinner. I had booked our rendezvous in during the preparations to Mardi Gras. I have come to learn that my mental state during said festivities becomes most fragile and knowing I have a mini man catch up close to the event assists me greatly. I don’t know why, but I just need to know I will see them soon thereafter.

The sticky rice scent and basil chilli wafted past me as each new diner went into the restaurant. I looked up from my bored phone, still tired and worn out from the weekend, and I saw my Chicky running full pelt for me from up the road along the busy highway.

I waved and quickly put my phone away, Chicky was going to need a two hand catch to softly land him into me – he was furiously fast. I heard him let out a small giggle over the roaring traffic as he came galloping up, he knew he was moving fast. Literally 2 metres away from me he left the ground and lept up – his legs and arms clasping my torso immediately on impact, both swaying violently. I kissed his cheek, he was proudly looking back at the gap where he left the path to me and we both laughed, panting. Dawn and Beau were still meandering up the road smiling at us.

Dawn confided later knowing the weekend I’d had, would I withstand a child missile? We both laughed. The boys pulled out a little ‘Number 1 Dad’ in which they had scratched their love and their names for me. We ate rice and drank lemonade and when I fell into a deep slumber that night, and still nights later, I could hear, see and feel Chicky flying through the air and landing on me. Best recovery yet.