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Don't Miss The Moment

Story ID:2624
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Family Memories
Writers Conference:$500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project
Location:Fort Lee New Jersey USA
Year:2007
Person:Jacob-Man
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Don't Miss The Moment

Don't Miss the Moment

My manager and I sat in our senior director's office. It
was 8 PM on Friday night - a grueling end to a bad week. The
deadline to my project was a few weeks away, and I was behind
schedule. Our sales team escalated to the executive vice president
to have our group complete on time. The pressure was on.

I got in my car and sighed. "I can't take too much more
of this." I said to myself.

"Hi, Hon! I'm on my way home…I love you more" I said to
Ginny and closed my phone.

An hour later, I pulled into the garage totally exhausted.
It'd been fourteen hours since I'd held my wife and kissed her
goodbye. I trudged up the stairs to the kitchen. Ginny talked
on the phone. "Jacob-man, Pawpaw Mike just came home. Do you want
to talk to him?"

I rolled my eyes. I just wanted to sit down and have a
drink - a stiff one. "Ginny, don't do this to me!" I wanted
to say.

Ginny continued, "OK, here he is." She handed me the phone.

I forced myself to sound excited to hear from him. "Hey,
Jacob-Man! What ya up to?"

Six-year-old Jacob told me about his plans to visit his
cousin Noah the next day. I walked onto our deck, sat down,
and remembered the first time I'd met him. He was two at the
time. Ginny and I took him with us to run errands. Jacob sat
in his car seat and sang the theme to "Spiderman."

"Spiderman! Spiderman! Does whatever a spider can…"

I chimed in, "Jacob-man! Jacob-man! Does whatever a Jacob
can! Can he swing? Can he fly?"

Jacob interrupted, "No, Jacob can't do that."

Two years later, Jacob and Ginny talked on the phone.
"Gingin, can I speak to that guy?"

"What guy?" she asked?

"You know!" He scolded. "I want to talk to that funny guy?"

"You mean Pawpaw Mike?"

"Yeah! I wanna talk to him."

I was honored to be his funny guy, but this time I didn't
feel so funny. I wanted to get off the phone and forget my week.
"It sounds like you're going to have fun, Jacob- man! I wish
I could come to." I lied.

Ginny handed me a drink, kissed my forehead, smiled, and
sat in the chair across the patio table from me. She knew!

Jacob began to sing, "Spiderman! Spiderman! Does whatever
a spider can…"

He finished the song and moved on to another version of
the song - one he made up. In spite of my mood, I found myself
smiling. Jacob finished the second song and continued with his
version of bebop. "Boom, boom! Chick chick, boom, ba boom,
chick, boom., pfffft." He sprayed his father's phone with
spit. "Boom ba ba boom boom ba ba pffft!" he continued.

I looked at Ginny. My smile turned to a hearty laugh.
"Ginny, I wish you could hear this. Jacob is cracking me up." I
took a sip of my drink and almost choked as Jacob finished with
a hilarious round of "dobe boom boom chick boom pffft!"

"Jacob, that was wonderful!" I praised. "Where did you learn
to sing like that?"

"I don't know. I'm just good at it. Can I speak to Gingin
again?"

"You sure can. Thanks for singing for me. Here's Gingin."

I handed the phone to Ginny, leaned back in my chair,
and smiled up at the stars - the first time that day.



Michael T. Smith


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