On Friday and with the help of her BFF, I coordinated a bit of a surprise road trip for my ladyfriendfiance to a small town in Iowa, which turned into a pre-birthday celebration for a 5 year old and one of the most chill days I’ve had in a long, long time.
We headed down Sunday morning with Riley and June and got there around 1pm? I don’t even remember. I had kicked my shoes off and was going to take Riley for a quick walk so he could go to the bathroom and the little four year old we were there to see ran after me. What started out as a quick walk to the corner ended up being Riley, the most adorable mohawked boy in all of Iowa and I walking through half the town of less than 500 people. This was my view most of the walk.
Pretty sure Riley has about 10 pounds on this little guy, but you never would have known it the way they would run block-to-block, making sure to stop at the stop signs and waiting for me to catch up, of course. We talked about Mario and Wario and Sonic and Super Sonic and force fields and dogs and his sisters and video games. It was like I was hanging out with The Kid 10 years before I ever met him. We stopped at the city park to play in the wading pool, take care of a bloody nose, and do a bunch of different tricks so he could get his flower power before we headed back home.
He carried June around to take her on walks and made her dance and made her climb and made her chase him and it was the sweetest thing ever. He was so gentle and so sweet. But you know what’s really hard? Trying to get a tiny little boy to understand just how tiny a 13 week old puppy is. Needless to say, Junebug slept for about 10 hours straight.
I never ever ever want to live in a small town again, but I’ll totally visit this guy and his family on a regular basis.