I hope you find a mission.

What does the world need? And how does that overlap with your talents?

I saw this video the other day and it really made me think.

It made me think of you.

And it made me think of what my mission is.

Well.

In truth, I don’t know.

“Document my reading in a way that fosters a love of books in others?”

That’s what I try to do with my website right now anyway.

But doesn’t that seem silly? I don’t know.

This mental exercise about your limited time is critical, however.

The issue is your focus, I think.

No focus will make a goal flounder, but extreme focus can move mountains.

I love you.

–Dad

Mom and I were talking in the kitchen, and we walked, I think two complete circles around each other, on accident.

I was standing beside the fridge trying to make a sandwich and mom was behind me at the other counter doing something else.

As I moved the fridge, she went to get a spoon, or something, out of the drawer.

Then as she needed something out of the fridge, I moved to get a sharp knife off the counter where she had started.

We were talking the entire time and both moved back to our original spots without noticing what happened.

Both of us remembered something and we got half way through our Abbott and Costello routine a second time before we were laughing at each other about what the other one was doing.

“Why are you walking around me while I am…What?…You are circling me.”

So ridiculous.

Sorry, we are such goobers.

I love you.

–Dad

K, you are completely ready to walk.

But thankfully, you still reach for my hands for balance.

Mom and I were talking just yesterday about how sweet and fleeting this short window is.

You can’t roll over, and then one day, you can.

Then you learn to sit up.

One day you figure out how to hoist yourself to standing position on the furniture.

And the next day you crawl for the first time.

Right now you want to follow H everywhere she goes. You want to follow Mom and Dad every step we take. And you are ferociously interested in Huck.

But you no longer have a use for crawling. Walking is all you want.

Walking is what life is about.

But like a 14-year-old, three weeks away from their driving permit – the only problem is you can’t walk by yourself yet.

So you crawl over to our feet and look up for hands to guide you.

As we bend over to give you our index fingers, your reach your hands up and grab on.

You pull yourself to a standing position, and you take off walking with such purpose.

Every day now you are walking better, and we know that you will take your first steps in a matter of weeks. maybe days

Those first steps are so exciting.

Those steps make me sad too though.

Because you will learn it fast.

And one Saturday, when I reach over to help you, you will push my hand away and take off walking on your own.

I can remember how fast H learned to walk.

Every parent should want independent and capable children.

But it would be so nice if you stayed my baby for just a little bit longer.

I love you.

–Dad