You were at my house, visiting, when you looked at me and I heard it the first time:

Papa, you’re so awkward.

(Ugh, did she say what I think she just said?)

Ainsley, did you say I am awkward?

to which you replied:

yes, I said you’re awkward!!!

Hmmm, okay.  I’ve felt awkward before in my lifetime, no doubt, but I couldn’t remember a time when someone called me awkward.    It was kind of… awkward.

About a week later, Grammy and I we were up north with your family, staying at the Red Jacket condos.  It was night time, we had eaten and it was getting late.  We were all tired.  Everyone was getting ready for bed.  You and your whole family were upstairs, so I went in the bathroom to put on my football sweatpants.  Only they weren’t there…  they were in my duffel bag, in the living room, where we were going to sleep.

I went out to get them… dressed only in my boxers.  As I entered the living room, there you were.  We looked at each other.  Instantly, you said:

this is awkward!!!

Until that moment I honestly wasn’t sure you knew exactly what the word meant, or how to use it.

But you did. On both counts.

Life is full of surprises.  And sometimes, well, it’s just plain awkward!