Tuesday 8th March 2016
Well over a year ago, Erroll and I took our son to Nashville to his Pa-Paw and Granna for his first birthday, then onto Chicago for a family break. This second part of our family holiday, in Chicago, entailed not one but two side trips to the home stadium of Erroll’s favourite basketball team, the Chicago Bulls. The first trip to the United Centre we crazily walked the ten kilometers from our hotel to get there (me in a high heel boot, in the freezing Christmas season) and took family portraits in front of the Michael Jordan statue. Erroll was buzzing from the experience. I complained that my toes were numb. Kingsley was so rugged up all we saw was wet snout and blinking eyes.
The second trip to the United Centre was for Erroll only, who watched a home game. He returned to our hotel room a restored man…and a little emptier in the pocket. For he brought a bag full of Bulls clothes for our boy, the sizes of which looked so huge in comparison to our baby that I thought the time would never come that Kingsley would actually fit into them.
The time has finally come that Kingsley wears his Bulls gear with pride, age two years+three months…