Talking to my kid always buoys me.
We talked twice last weekend, as she celebrated her 21st birthday on Saturday. Just hearing her voice is a balm for me.
On Saturday, I called and sang the happy birthday -- as is our tradition -- song but she was celebrating at Fenway Park so she promised to call the next day.
And I finally made her laugh. Ever since she went to school for comedic arts, making her laugh has become all but impossible. She can see my dad jokes coming from a mile away. I can't repeat what made her laugh because it was foul and crazy at the same time.
She recounted her day, which included humor and pathos. As always, she asked what I was working on. Just working, I said.
Then she shared a funny story -- she doesn't joke with me -- that I can't share with you, dear reader, because blogger doesn't support audio.
But if you could, you'd say, "Yeah, that is Rich's kid."
Peace and laughter unto you my brothers and sisters.