Friday, June 13, 2008

I can't believe I haven't written in here since last Friday. Amazingly, not a lot has happened in the past week. Well, I got my car back. The Audi is back on the estate, and as soon as it was back, it was gone. In addition to taking care of Sophie during the day, Taylor has been running errands for Kirsten..and of course she takes our car to run them. Taylor asked if we could keep the baby seat in the car instead of having to keep putting it in and taking it out each time she goes out with Sophie…even though it will probably only be on the weekends once I get back to work. Having a baby seat in the Audi wasn't exactly the look I was thinking of when I was looking at cars with Sandy, but after a day or two I don't mind. The guys at work will probably have something to say about it when I return, that's for sure.

Yesterday I walked into the kitchen and found Kirsten crying. She was holding a glass and unfortunately my first instinct was she had been drinking, but it was only water. I asked her what was wrong, and at first she didn't want to tell me, but when I eased up she eventually told me she was thinking about her father and missed him. It was a little awkward because Kirsten never really talked too much about Caleb, and even less after he died. As far a I recall, she never talked about him positively at all. So, I was a little uncomfortable, but I let her talk my ear off. She doesn't really miss her father so much as she misses the opportunities they didn't take advantage of as father and daughter when he was alive, and she regrets the chilly relationship he had with Sandy. In fact, she feels responsible for it. She feels she could have done a lot more than she did to try and make things better between them. I told her that although I didn't know Caleb long, he was the kind of person whose mind you cannot change. If he didn't like Sandy, he was never going to like Sandy. It had nothing to do with her…it was just the way Caleb was. Amazingly she seemed to take some comfort in that. I'm sure I wasn't the first person to tell her that, but maybe hearing it from someone different made an impact. I didn't ask what made her so sad on that day. The anniversary of his death was last month—almost to the day of Marissa's anniversary—so it wasn't that. It could have been anything. But, I was happy to make her feel better. She asked me not to tell anyone she was upset. I don't know why she asked me that, but I told her I'd keep it to myself.

Taylor told me this morning that we need a romantic evening together. She walked over to me stomping her feet pretending to pout and said we never do anything really nice with just the two of us. She left it to me to make the plans because I have so much time on my hands and she's busy with Sophie. So much for taking care of me, I guess! So, I have to think of something really, really good. I told her fine, I would do it, but that she was in charge for dessert. She gave me a smile that made me start making plans immediately!