6:30 a.m., Saturday morning.
"Wake up, bub. It's time to wake up. We're going on a train trip."
It started sometime after Christmas. He and his friend from school were going on a train trip to St. Louis. All by themselves.
Gradually, his grandma got invited, then a few more friends, then--eventually--Sweet Husband and I got asked to come, too. He talked about what we would do and where we would stay. He constantly asked to see photos of our trip to St. Louis last summer.
The problem was that he really wanted to make his dream trip a reality. Between time off for Little Miss's birth and some of the other travels we have planned this summer, that just wasn't in the cards.
But really, he didn't need to go to St. Louis. He just wanted to ride the train somewhere, anywhere. So, I hatched a plan.
We would hop on the train early one Saturday morning and ride it just as far as Kansas City, about an hour trip. Since the train doesn't come back to Lawrence until midnight, we'd meet Sweet Husband's parents at Union Station, play at Science City for awhile, and then catch a ride home in their car.
We kept it a complete surprise, too. The Kid had no idea until we woke him up Saturday morning.
I can't transcribe his reaction in a way that would really give you the proper sense of it, so let's just say that, for $30 in train tickets, we got Christmas Morning, Part II.
It. Was. Awesome.
I know that he's going to hit a certain age when we can't just magically make his dreams come true. They're going to get too big, too expensive, too fantastical. And, of course, it's our job to teach him all that "working hard for what you want" stuff.
But, gosh darn it, every once in awhile when we can do it, it's awful fun to just waive my magic wand and make him happy.