We try to stay in touch, but we’re both pretty busy. I’ve discovered, to my dismay, that I’m already thinking of him more and more as Jack Shaw the movie star and less as the Jack I used to know. It was probably inevitable, but it still depresses me. Time’s surface is slick as oil, and there’s just no way to hold on. Whatever it was that held the five of us together has grown up and moved on. There was a shot of Jack in Entertainment Weekly last week, stepping out of a restaurant with a striking brunette. I asked him who it was, but he dismissed her as just a friend of his. It may be true, but I know there will always be a part of his life that he doesn’t share with us. If anything major happens, I guess I’ll have to rely on Entertainment Tonight or Access Hollywood like everyone else.
I haven’t told my parents yet that they’re going to have another grandchild. I don’t know what I’m waiting for. My mother will be horrified that we’re not married, and I don’t think I’ll be able to make her understand that it just feels tacky to get married in the same year I got divorced. My dad, as usual, won’t say much, but I think he’ll be happy. I have to admit that I get a little kick out of being an unmarried, expecting father. It has the same effect as a temporary tattoo, making me feel like I’m on the edge, but only for a little while. I’m sure we’ll get married one of these days.
Life’s not perfect. Sometimes we hit cash crunches and I’m periodically flustered by the antiquated plumbing in our new house. But we’re both happy. Our life together is a full one, and sometimes I get this overwhelming feeling of sweet anticipation that brings a lump to my throat. I’m looking forward to being a father, and I’m amazed at how ready I feel. Thirty is a fine age to become a father. Jeremy Miller is a fixture in our house, and we’re looking forward to seeing the next Star Wars films together. And this spring I’ll sit by the lake with Lindsey and our unborn child, watching for the return of our Canadian geese. More than anything, I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with her.
Basically, I’m looking forward.
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