Are You Talking to Me?

Occasionally, you go on crazy chattering rants. A trait I think you got from your mom who also occasionally will begin talking endlessly to herself and then randomly scream. She's funny that way. Funny in a "ha ha you need to be instituationalized" sort of way. Here you are at 15 weeks giving it all you got.



Love,
Your Momma

Your Dad

I can't count how many times people have told us how much you look like your dad. Which, really, is a good thing considering I look like a girl and I have breasts. Two traits boys generally don't strive towards in their physical appearance.

There are some pretty fantastic traits you'd be well off to adopt from your dad, and a few I'd like to recommend you leave aside. Like the whole leaving empty glasses sitting on the countertop rather than putting them in the dishwasher. Even though the glass is sitting on the countertop DIRECTLY overtop the dishwasher. Because apparently that's just dad's way of exerting some sense of control in this swirling, chaotic universe. Or part of his master plan to slowly, deliberately drive his wife completely insane in order to assume control of our vast assets and rolling suburban estate in order to secure funds to ensure himself a lifetime of Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Hockey DVDs.

You might also reconsider the whole 'eat mom's favorite chips when she's gone to bed and then break her heart into a million pieces when she is looking for them the next day' trait.

And maybe also sidestep the knuckle/neck/shoulder/back cracking thing.

However, you'd do well in this world to embrace those parts of his DNA that make him one of the most remarkable men I know. The way he celebrates the most subtle things in life, like the way the clouds look in the horizon or how light hits the room in a particular way. The way he talks about getting goosebumps when the Oilers score a particularly fantastic goal. And how he actually means it - GOOSEBUMPS. About HOCKEY. I mean, seriously. The way his voice and face softens the moment he sees you each morning. The way he speaks so proudly of every little thing you do. In his eyes, you and I can do no wrong. In his eyes, we are his world. A luckier wife and son I do not know.

This is your first Father's Day with your dad, Jack. There is no greater gift you could have given him this year than just to be here.

Love,
Your Momma