“And that Matthew, is what’s up with the yogurt lids and yearbook pictures on our tree.”
Watching their daughter with the boyfriend she’d finally brought back to stay with them for few days of their break, made Jim think of his early days with Pam. Matthew looked at Cece—Ceceila, as she now preferred to be called—in the same way Jim had looked at Pam back in their early days of dating, back when the yogurt lid and yearbook photo tradition began. It was the same way he still looked at her now as they finished the explanation together.
“That’s a great story, Mr. Halpert.”
“Please Matthew, call me Jim.”
Jim liked Matthew. Pam did too. The smile on his daughter’s face when she introduced him was the same one he’d seen on his wife a million times since their introduction at the little paper company where they met.
One day maybe they’d be adding his yearbook photo to the ones of Pam, Jim, Cece and Phillip on the tree. But for now, Jim was happy he’d be spending some of the holidays as a guest in the spare bedroom of their Austin home, even if it did mean for time Matthew was here, he’d have to be the last one to go to sleep at night.
