I turned 35 today (well, technically yesterday since it’s 12:23 AM right now). It was a pretty ordinary day for the most part, except that Erin came down with something at the end of the day and had to go to bed early, plus Jack and our two dogs were extra surly tonight after she went to bed. I was pretty wiped out by 8 PM and actually a little annoyed since I didn’t get to grab anything tasty to eat on my birthday. I even tried to pick up a slice of Cafe Selmarie’s bread pudding while walking the dogs with Jack, but they were all sold out. As I walked back into the house I noticed a birthday card from Jack sitting on the table and an internal mental switch instantly flipped inside of me. I was just so happy to see that card with Jack’s scribbles all over it that I couldn’t help but smile and laugh at how foolish I was being.
I think that is the best thing about being a dad - all of those tiny little things mean so very much to you because you’re able to see your child go from infant to toddler, toddler to monster (ha) and as a parent you’re the foundation for that growth. I’m just so excited to watch him grow and be a part of it all.