Man Jam and the Swim Team

As much as I dislike having to go through IF treatments in our quest to have another child I treasure every minute of the two + hour drive to our clinic. Sgt has come to all but two of my appointments since starting treatment last January. He’s a keeper that Sgt of mine.

Our routine to get there is always the same, up at 5am … out the door at 6:15. Coffee and a pee in Port Hope, battle through the rush hour traffic and arrive on the clinics doorstep around 9 am. It’s not often we have two hours of uninterrupted time to talk about life. Sometimes during the drive we talk about serious grown-up stuff like the day our brown-eyed boy was caught forging my signature. Other times we have fantasized about what we would do if we won the lottery. Some days it real boring shit like our jobs. I appreciate every minute of the drive.

Today’s drive our discussion turned to the up and coming diui. I have a feeling it will be done this Saturday, November 11th, Remembrance Day. A very important day to our family. Sgt and I are go every year at the cenotaph to show our gratitude and respect for the soldiers who have paid the ultimate sacrifice for our country’s freedom. Since Sgt’s tour to Afghanistan for OP Apollo in 2002 this day has become more to us. On April 18th, 2002 Sgt’s battle group lost four of their brothers in arms to a friendly fire bombing accident. Sgt was on that training field that night when the bomb was dropped and knew each of these men. As I said, November 11th is a day of great importance to us and I was struggling with having the diui done on that significant day.

I mention to Sgt that if the diui is scheduled for Saturday I will drive to Toronto by myself even though it means missing the ceremonies.

“Not to worry,” say’s Sgt “it’s not like I need to be there to contribute in the conventional way.”

“I’ll miss you not being there but I’m sure the swim team on ice will do just fine on their own.” said I.

“Swim team? We’re not calling them the swim team. Sounds too faggie. I’m calling them The Man Jam.”

That Sgt sure knows how to charm a lady. Told you he was a keeper.

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