Category Archives: T

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

Maternity Leave Continues

T, you can’t even believe it.

Today was your first day at Learning Tree!

The day started with a flat tire on mom’s car and of course she cried dropping you off.

(She has cried the first day of school with ALL of you girls.)

Anyway, we decided to let you do a half-day, as to start you off slowly to the routine of it all.

Mom had to work this afternoon so I came and got you at 11.

We ate lunch with mom (of course) and then it was just you and I all afternoon.

We drove around the loop and did a lot of snugging and talking to each other in the recliner.

Pop and Gammies brought H and K back from Seminole at about 4:00.

Right? Right.

Nothing unbelievable is there?

Now look back at my first sentence though…

Here it is:

See, mom got home and 5:00 and told us that the bank is closing down (again) because coronavirus numbers are up (again).

So maternity leave continues!

And mom is working from home – again.

I know you will both enjoy the extra time.

I love you.

-Dad

Naked Glory

T, you rolled over for the first time!

We were at Ms. Sarah’s house getting your three month pictures done.

After a few good shots of you in a basket, we laid you on your stomach.

Rather than hold your head up in all of your naked glory and smile for the camera, you got mad and simply rolled over.

Later, on a white couch, you got mad again and nearly rolled from your back onto your front.

Stop trying to grow up.

Mom and I already wish we could hold you again when you were smaller.

I love you.

-Dad