Today as I dipped your chubby little toes down into the cold Otter Creek, I wondered if you will always enjoy being outside as much as you do now.
Before lunch I watched Sister snatch a toy from your hands. I got more upset about it than you did. I wondered if you will always be friends like you are today.
In the car I noticed your sweaty head and fair skin, both inherited from your daddy. I wondered in what other ways you will be like him. I hope you get his sense of humor and helpful spirit.
This afternoon when Chica yelled, “We’re home,” and you promptly woke up, I wondered if you will always be a light sleeper. Apparently you didn’t get the sleep-through-anything gene from me like your sister did.
After a nap I watched you giggle and squeal in the Johnny Jump Up. I wondered if your obsession with jumping and standing are a hint of your athleticism.
Before dinner when I handed you a huge cooking spoon to keep you happy, I wondered about your recent fascination with kitchen utensils. Maybe you’ll teach your future wife to cook and love new foods just like your daddy did for me.
While I was cleaning up dinner, I sang you some funny little song. You flapped your arms with delight like you were preparing for takeoff. I wondered if music would one day become a love of yours.
Tonight as I let you crawl around and eat the Cheerios off the kitchen floor, I wondered…well, I guess I didn’t really wonder anything. I just congratulated myself for having a clean floor for the first time in months and felt a twinge of pride in the strong immune system I am helping you develop.
I love you,