The years are short
I was trying to get from Point A to Point B the other day as Tin was dawdling, his favorite pastime – I told him I was going to pick him up and carrying him if he didn’t bust a move and get with it and he chanted, “Bust a move, bust a move.” I just looked at him – impossible to move a toddler any faster, it is the equivalent of herding feral cats.
My friend sent me this video and it just felt like a big thump whack on the head. Already I am telling Tin do you remember? Do you remember when I gave you a bottle, do you remember when you slept in a crib, do you remember that tomorrow, December 6th, is the two year anniversary of when I first laid eyes on you? Do you remember? I do.
Oh yes, I do.