I've been so uncharacteristically tired this week. It could be that I've never recovered from a trip to my sister's farm and my friend's house 2 hours away. Somebody decided to smash a pumpkin on the van's windshield, so my stay was longer than I'd expected. I had fun, but all of the driving and insurance claiming and police reporting and couch sleeping and baby missing was tiring.
|It would be pretty if it didn't cost $400 to fix.|
And although I know he's well cared for and he ENJOYS being away from me, I feel like I shouldn't ever let him go. I feel like I miss things when I let him leave. I feel so sad for Jared because Jared hasn't seen Oliver since these momentous first steps a week ago:
Just before Oliver was born, I went through a couple of weeks where I was really, really scared. I felt like parenting was going to be an impossible task. I was convinced my life was over. I remember that Jared said, "Why are you scared? It'll be you and me and the baby, and we'll kick ass and go on adventures."
The way he said it, so seriously, so matter-of-fact, made me smile.
Today is day 394 of kicking ass and going on adventures.
We love you, Daddy. Happy Birthday.
Our adventures wouldn't be the same without you.