Due to a snow delay at work, I found myself with a little extra time yesterday morning. It was perfect for laying around for 30 more minutes. Lillian, our two year old, woke up during that time and came into our room, climbed up on the bed and proceeded to jump, crawl, and roll around on me until I got up. It was precious, in a very groggy kind of way.
As I lay there and braced myself for her dive-bombs and WWE-style wrestling moves, it hit me: I'm my Dad. I remarked to Lisa, "I remember doing this with my dad. Being a three year old, I thought he was a huge, old guy." No doubt he is a big guy at 6'6'' tall. But old?
My dad, whom I thought was old when I was three, was just barely older than I am now with my two year old daughter and ten week old son. It's funny how things change over time. In my mind, dad is just getting started at the good age of 54. And I'm still his young son...who just happens to have two little kids.
Still, I'm left to assume the inevitable: Lillian, for the time being, thinks her daddy is old. I've never been more okay with that.
Other Random Happenings: At the breakfast table this morning, Lillian said she wanted salt and pepper. We assumed it was for her scrambled eggs. Turns out it was for her yogurt. Wow.
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So very cute! Thanks for sharing! Kevin will be 39 on Monday... but I think he still feels the same way you do most of the time...
ReplyDeleteHope life is getting back into a groove! I saw pictures of the kids on fb the other day. Baby Wilson is absolutely perfect! And Lillian is growing more beautiful by the minute!
We sure miss you all and CO and NLC! Blessings!
Thanks, Daniel. Great memories of you jumping, punching and wrestling with me. I think I may still have a bruise or two. I suggest Lillian try ketchup on her eggs and sliced fruit in her yougurt.
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