So excited about his own pizza in his OWN box that he can't even make it to the table before showing me.
There is a rite of passage, one that is more clear to me with each passing year, for fathers languishing through Christmastime. I think there's a degree (varying from person to person*) to which the holidays lose their luster as we get older, but for fathers, there are absolutely escalating bouts with abject misery associated, … Continue reading Year 3, Day 279
I don't think this necessarily applies exclusively to small children -- there's often not a lot of rhyme or reason in the things we individually find delight in. Often, the why or how isn't as important as the fact that, for whatever reason, we're experiencing joy. Still, watching a child grow and develop, one can't … Continue reading Year 2, Day 253