K, I am just here to report that you have not yet started walking.

Just, FYI.

You are still a baby.

Not in the way H might get in your face and playfully say in a high pitch voice:

“You are a bitty – batty – baby!”

However, this weekend you did take your first few steps.

That is, on multiple occasions, you took one step before falling over.

You did not take more than one step, in a single attempt.

Does that make sense?

In the learning curve, you did manage to hit your head on furniture and door frames about 6 times in the last 48 hours.

You got RSV last week right after your birthday so Gammies is in town today keeping you home from school.

She keeps wanting to take you to the hospital everytime you bump your head.

But she is ridiculous sometimes.

I love you.

–Dad

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