“Yeah,” Hayden said, “I walked into the bedroom and I
thought I saw you with earbuds in, and I was thinking, ‘What?’”
“You weren’t wearing earbuds were you?” I asked.
“No, I was plugged right in with the wire.” (Meaning, she
plugged her implant directed into her phone.)
Still, what Hayden was trying to express was (I think) how
surprised he was to see his mom listening to music, how incredible it is that Allison
can listen to music and understand the words and enjoy it.
*
Last night, Allison, Rob, and I went out for dinner, just
the three of us. I can’t remember the last time we did that, and in the spirit
of celebration, I decided to have a margarita (I don’t usually drink, but we
were sitting at the bar, waiting for our table). Since I’m also the designated
driver (Rob let his license expire years ago), I made a joke about one of the
two of them having to drive me home.
“Or we could just walk,” I said, holding up my drink and
pretending to swagger. “It would be like that time Nik fell into the ditch,
that summer in Sweden – remember?”
Allison shook her head. “It makes me sad to say it, but
I’ve missed so much of your conversations, you know?”
“I know,” I said, nodding. “But not anymore!”
“I know,” she said, “And now I’m afraid how much I’m
going to hear!”
We laughed, she joked about having a program to turn down
her kids, and we waited. The restaurant, at a marina, was busy. When they
finally came to get us, they led us around the corner from the main dining area
and seated us at a table right outside the noisy kitchen. We were right on the
water and I could still hear the loud music playing from the bar.
But the best thing? We talked for almost two hours and I
don’t remember once having to repeat what I said because she couldn’t
understand me.
Totally crazy.
More fun times to come!
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