Promise

Tristen and I had a blast watching the winter Olympics together. Every night we snuggled up on the couch, crossing our fingers that NBC would dish up some short track.

It was our second winter Olympics: when Tristen was four, Chris was at a Spanish language training in Mexico, and we also watched the Olympics every night.

I wondered out loud whether Tristen would still be snuggly in four years, during the next winter Olympics. He'll be 12.

He promised he would, so I made him write it down. 2018 here we come!