Father & Son

To be held, with a feeling of security. At the same time, feeling strength and empowerment from his father holding him. Letting him know that everything would be okay. That he's been waiting for him for 9 months. And that he's so happy to see him. Feeling so loved. So calm, quiet, enjoying his daddy's touch/voice.

Such a little being. Miraculous as well as unbelievable entrance to this world. Never would I have thought that I could love a human being so much the INSTANT I laid eyes on you. How soft your skin is, and your smell, so pleasant. Look at your hair, your eyes, you looking at me. Remember when I read the first book you've ever heard? Goodnight, Moon. And as soon as I finished reading those last words you let out a yawn. And closed your eyes. As if, YOU KNEW, it was the end. So intelligent, you knew, you understood. I love you. I'm so proud of you.

Look, Daddy. Look. I can play. I can jump. I can talk too. I walk, I skip, I run, I'm fast. I no longer just lay there and look at you while closing and opening my mouth without making a sound. I interact, I respond, I reply, I understand emotion a bit better. I have style, I recognize fashion, I show off when my mommy buys me new forces. :-) Shoes, shoes! Look, shoes!! See my hat Daddy? Mommy says I'm handsome. She says, she's proud of me too. But I get angry sometimes. She doesn't like when I don't listen to her. She doesn't like when I scatter my toys around the living room. She REALLY doesn't like coming home from work and seeing that she can't see the floor anymore. Sometimes I don't want to pick up my toys (I don't like clean-up time). But when I see my mom start picking them up, I help her. But not always. I like to wrestle. I like to cuddle, but not always. It's up to me when. It's up to me when you get a kiss from me too. I don't know. Just how I go about things, that's all. I miss you Daddy. Kiss. Daddy. Kiss.