I fold paper cranes . . . he strings his tennis racquet. (he is so excited!)
I sit and read . . . he yells at the TV watching sports.
I pile on the blankets . . . he sleeps with only the sheet.
I like to stay up late . . . he goes to bed early.
I grew up in a small town in Iowa . . . him - a city in California.
. . . somehow we always seem to make it work.