There haven’t been too many times in my life when I’ve stopped to take note of a milestone reached. However, having my parents meet and hold my child has been a desire I’ve had since my early twenties.
This past weekend that desire was satisfied to the fullest when I placed my daughter into the hands of my father…the same hands that once held me the way you see in this photo.
Some say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
Guilty as charged. There are several aspects of my life that I’d like to improve, but my actions to do so thus far have been insane. So, it’s time to do “something different.” That’s it…
I’m going to start small, which is something different. Typically, when I try to implement a change, I go all out, most times to the other extreme, which ends up in failure. Now, I’ll pick one aspect and begin to change it slowly until it becomes my new norm. When I’m comfortable, I’ll go after the next aspect of my life and remind myself that it’s time to do…
I’ve always looked at birthdays differently after realizing that any said number was really the end if that year and the beginning of another. The end of 38 feels different to me. It doesn’t feel older… The only word that I can ascribe to it is “serious”. Is it because I’m a Dad now? Or are the late 30s the end of our so called youth?
It’s an amazing feeling when your parents are finally introduced to your children. My mother visited us about three weeks after Haven’s birth and it was surreal to see the woman that gave birth to me hold my child.
My dad couldn’t make this trip, but we’re going to see the both of them next month…get ready grandpa!