Write about: the keepsake.
We're in Penticton now, came up late last... er, early this morning actually. Progress stalled during the day and we're basically waiting around to see if things pick up again tonight.
I should probably get some rest, if not sleep.
Kat and I went for a walk this afternoon. It was a beautiful, sunny day and we needed to get some fresh air. Plus it's a good way to get labour moving along.
We had to walk along a busy street in order to reach a path that runs along a nearby river. I happened to notice a small wrench sitting on the road - I guess it fell off a truck as it drove by? Or maybe a bike? Either way, I stooped down and picked it up.
"Huh, that's -" Kat began but I cut her off as I stuffed it into my pocket.
"A keepsake from when we went away to get his little brother out of my belly?"
"Yeah," I said. "He's going to be so confused. Did you use that to get the baby out of Mommy's belly Dada?"
"Yes, Max. You should have seen the size of the toolbox we needed to get that job done..."