How does a kid come worming into your heart? Nobody turns out to be more surprized than me that I love this kid. He is probably the first kid I’ve ever cared about. No, that’s not true. My friend Kathy Dudley has 3 kids all of whom I love — but they’re grown and having kids of their own now — so it’s been 2o+ years since I’ve had a little kid in my life.
Most of the time, it is the perfect relationship. He run up, tells me something, shows me something, or give me something and then runs away to do his own thing. Occasionally I catch him as he’s waking up from a nap and he’s just like me — leave me alone. But he comes out of that pretty fast and immediately has thing to share.
It finally dawned on me about the middle of last year, that we should take a picture together whenever we’re together (not just me take a picture of him). This is really a great idea, because he’s going to be taller than me, and at some point it won’t be me squatting next to him
.This is my favorite picture of us together, taken 2 years ago. He was just 3. He has just taken apart a Lego toy with 80,000 parts and asked me to help him reassemble. If you look really closely you can see my big hand and his little hand next to each other.
This is not me, but is so iconic — touching the Queen — as part of a summer run, that I had to include it.
Remember the VW Passat (I think) commercial of the kid playing Darth Vadar who eventually gets the car to start? This remind me of that.
And look how grown up he is here. Still wearing orange.
At the Wrigley River Run this year we were both displaying our rings…his is metal.
With any luck (thinking of his mom, here) this is the week his life expands exponentially — with the arrival of his twin sisters.