another awesome morning
owen and i got up this morning to catch the euro games on tv — almost two years ago, we watched the world cup together when he was barely three days old. back then, we could swaddle him and place him on our chests like a little burrito.
two years later, owen sat quietly on the couch with me while he drank his milk. without warning, his face lit up, he scrambled off the couch and ran over to the fridge to get more milk… i thought.
owen ran back from the fridge with a shiner in his hand — brought it over to me and said ‘daddy juice?’ (which sounds like ‘diddy-joo?’)
it was 8:15am.
i’ve come to the conclusion that being a parent is about these little moments. they freeze themselves in some part of your brain forever.
i remember that day two years ago when the little guy was swaddled on my chest. i’m sure that some time in the future, i’ll remember today just as fondly.
i cannot believe how unforgiving and relentless time is. i know somewhere my parents are laughing at the thought of me saying that.
i love you, owen.
