It was just after midnight as I crept quietly into the darkened house, weary from my trip. From the hallway, I heard the Bean’s bedroom door open. He padded out, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
“What are you doing up, buddy?” I asked already knowing the answer.
“I wanted to come give you a hug.”
“I’m glad you did, but it’s really late.”
He gave me a solid squeeze, took a few steps towards his room and stopped. “Um…can I…um…have my gift now?”
The night before my business trip, I told the Bean I was headed to New York City and his eyes got wide. Predictably he asked me for a Statue of Liberty. The Bean's obsessed with the Statue of Liberty and since this was my second trip to NYC this year, I already knew I was required to get him one.
As I was tucking him in, the Bean got quiet and contemplative for a moment. “Are there a lot of statues there?” he asked in a hushed voice.
“Yes, they have lots of different kinds of Statues of Liberties.”
“Are they going to run out?”
“Of Statues of Liberty souvenirs in New York City? I’m pretty sure I'll be able to find at least one." I told him as I turned off the light.
The promised Statue of Liberty figurine was residing in my suitcase, tenderly shoved into my shoe with my socks. But it was late and we were both very tired. The gift would have to wait until the morning.
I smiled thinking about the Bean, who is ordinarily a heavy sleeper, excited enough to see me that the sound of the front door opening was enough to stir him.
As I tucked in the Bean he half-yawned, half-spoke, “You’re my favorite dad.”
“You’re my favorite son.”
A few minutes later, I was in bed too.