Time Flies

My son planted a branch, cut from the bottom of our Christmas tree, into the snow. I'm planting a tree, he explained, in the snow. He paused for a moment to look down with pride at the bristling green pine needles poking up from a small mound of white-white snow. It's going to grow up and be a snowball tree and we'll have snowballs all the time.

This is my Boss man.


He is less than two weeks away from turning five. Five. The number is incomprehensible for me. It's both impossibly old (afterall weren't we all just here a moment ago?) and impossibly young (how can it be that this most integral extension of myself was not yet in existence a mere five years ago?)

Just now, I looked back on posts labeled The Boss. Man, he has always been a source of inspiration. I should probably spend more time here, reading, writing, keeping myself going.

Here are some of my favorites starring The Boss...

Boss Vs Hardwood Floors.

Learning to get dressed.

Turning Two.

And of course: How to Be the Boss

Slumber

Slumber, originally uploaded by Mellahaney.

Someday soon, there will be first steps, first falls. There will be piggy-back rides and father-son wrestling. There will be tag and catch and games of hide-and-seek played beneath the soft blankets of our bed or peeking out at the world from the crack behind the door.

There will be skinned-knees and grass stained clothes, bugs in jars, mud pies, bicycles, little league, bus stops, backpacks and book covers. The world will not wait.

But this morning, there is only this. And it's all my heart can hold.

Reason #9342 Why I Love My Husband

On the way home from an amazing event last night (a gala put on by his work), our car hit/ran over something on the highway. It lodged itself under our front right tire and smelled like burnt rubber as we pulled off the road.

Vin got out to get it out and get us up and running again. After ten minutes of him maneuvering things outside, and my carefully putting the car in reverse, he removed the object.

A Kayak of all things.

A kayak, who'd of thought? I said as we got back on the road.

I know, he said, you never expect a palindrome.