of course this is a few days late...following the trend of most things in my life these days...but, as always, better late than never!
father's day. andy's first.
several thoughts come to mind, so many words that i'd like to write down & record. there's one scene, though, that keeps dancing around in my head - one that has seemed to not only become a regular occurrence, but also played out several times last week leading up to sunday...
andy "dancing" (baby translation: swaying/bouncing) and singing to will in the kitchen while i look on and eat custard out of the carton, cooing whenever sly baby smiles unfold on his face before he drifts to sleep.
there's so much to get done these days...or, i should say, so much that's not getting done...but as i told andy the other night, "this is all i want to do anyway."
so that's it. nothing extraordinary...just a content baby, an amazing father, bare legs, soft music, and custard by the spoonfuls.
basically, summer and everything good.
and one from two weeks ago...
father's day. andy's first.
several thoughts come to mind, so many words that i'd like to write down & record. there's one scene, though, that keeps dancing around in my head - one that has seemed to not only become a regular occurrence, but also played out several times last week leading up to sunday...
andy "dancing" (baby translation: swaying/bouncing) and singing to will in the kitchen while i look on and eat custard out of the carton, cooing whenever sly baby smiles unfold on his face before he drifts to sleep.
there's so much to get done these days...or, i should say, so much that's not getting done...but as i told andy the other night, "this is all i want to do anyway."
so that's it. nothing extraordinary...just a content baby, an amazing father, bare legs, soft music, and custard by the spoonfuls.
basically, summer and everything good.
and one from two weeks ago...
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