Category Archives: K

James

K, I love it when I talk about T around you.

First of all, your eyes light up with a certain softness for your younger sister.

And second, you often call her by her first and middle name at the same time.

You call her “T James.”

The way your three-year-old voice cracks when you say it, the way that you tenderly continue to say it incorrectly, and the fact that the perfect rhythm of this time only lasts for a glimmer, makes me just want to sit in awe at the magical beauty of this life.

I love you.

-Dad

Mom Held You

T, welp, today was mom’s last day of maternity leave with you.

You don’t go to school tomorrow, but from 8 AM until mom gets home at lunch, it’s just you and me kid.

Of course then we’ll have lunch until 5 too.

Thankfully today was a lazy Sunday and mom held you plenty.

We got this!

I love you.

-Dad

Breakfast Truth-bombs

K, so we were all getting ready for school this morning.

We were talking about the summer.

In the midst of the back and forth, you stopped what you were doing and said:

Why do the years just keep passing?

My little philosopher, dropping breakfast truth-bombs on all of us.

Ha!

I have never agreed with you more.

I love you.

-Dad