I never know where I’ve hung my coat, back entry, front closet, chair – - -

Anyway, this morn, we were getting dressed to take Brian to the airport – I offered to help Wayne with his coat but he assured me he had his coat on.

I ran around grabbing purse, keys and coat – where’s my coat? Two men are waiting for me (in the car) and I have no idea. Finally, I put on a fleece and jumped in the car – bumped into my nice winter coat on my dear man. (I have to say mine is black and his is dark brown so – - -)

It was so funny for so many reasons and heart rendering also. The sleeves were short, the buttons couldn’t be done up and he basically looked stuffed in it – cause he was.

Think the funniest part was he sat there happy and oblivious – remember when your child was “just so close” to being too large for a jacket or snowsuit? Close your eyes and picture my dear.

We got to the airport drop off zone, got out and hugged Brian goodbye – wonder if he noticed Dad’s coat?