A father's life
Monday, August 02, 2004
 
I've been up since 3:30 when Jack walked into my bedroom and said, "Daddy," in the tired achey wayhe does when he wakes during the night. I invited him into bed and he could sleep so I set him up in front of the tv and couldn;t get abck to sleep myself.

So here I am!
Sunday, August 01, 2004
 
I hope he's not sick.

My anniversary. Five years together and today we're apart. It's OK. She called from England early and I spent the day with a sweet boy who became soooo tired that he's struggling to stay asleep.

And I worry that I'm incompetent as a father; am I caring for his physical needs properly? He is insatiable about wanting to be with me and tomorrow I pack him off to grandma for two days until Shron comes home Wednesday.

And I feel like I'm fixed on making life special for the moments I have left however long they are and helping people see that, too.

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