Today, I was doing some work on my 911 and my almost 4yo boy came to me and said "daddy whacha doin?". To which I replied, working on daddy's porsche". "Can I help you?" He grabbed some q-tips and started cleaning. He continued to work with me for about 30 minutes. It was an amazing moment.
Later we went skating and for the first time, he skated across the rink by himself. Very proud of that little guy. Then at dinner, he asked to drink the salad dressing. This is an odd family tradition that most of my family has requested to do at some point in our childhood. Don't know why. I still do.
I have wanted kids my whole life and given some failed relationships, I had assumed it wasn't meant to be. It is an amazing feeling. I can't imagine life without him. Since he has come around, I can't wait to come home and play with him.
So earlier of this week, I saw this photo. And it has stuck with me all week. I can't imagine, the pride and the fear of sending you kid to war, the stress of not knowing where they are and what they are doing and if they are ok. I only have a glimpse of what this father must be thinking.
I pray all of the sons and daughters come home safely. All those pelicaner's who are serving, thank you. I pray you get home safely and soon.