If you've ever read Vanity Fair magazine, you know they end each edition with a Proust Questionnaire. This is where they ask someone of note a series of questions such as "What trait do you despise about yourself?", "Who are your heroes?", "What is you definition of happiness?", etc. As I was reading the latest edition, I decided to ask The Dad some of these same questions, just to see what he would say.
His answers were not really surprising (marrying my Mother was his proudest moment, having a Harley is his definition of happiness) until I got to the one where I asked, "Who are your heroes?" When he said, "You and your brother", I was caught off guard but I continued with the questions. What? I had already added this activity to the running list in my head and I needed to cross it off, people.
When we got to the end, I re-visited his answer and asked him, "Why did you say that Thornton (my brother) and I were your heroes?"
"Why?" he asked.
"I was surprised."
"Surprised? You're my heroes because you both have good jobs that you like and that you're good at."
"Really? I never knew."
"I'm prouder of you than anything. You knew that didn't you?"
"Of course, I knew," I said, thinking I so did not know.
I now have a new definition of happiness.
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