We’re in Charlotte waiting for my son Nicholas’ Remicade infusion right now.
We both got up early this morning and Nicholas asked, “Are we going to Charlotte today, Poppa?”
I said, “Yes, because I want you to be healthy. That’s the second most important thing I want for you. What do you think is the most important thing?”
I had in my groggy early morning brain the answer—and so I expected Nicholas to answer—“being happy.”
But Nicholas gave a better answer: “Being kind,” he said.
Nicholas turns 18 in a week, an adult, and he’s ready, I think.