Daddy has an ear infection from the cold ocean again. You’ve watched me put the ear drops in while he lays on the couch. Last night, when he came in to kiss you goodnight, you asked “Kiss booboo ear?” with your eyes wide and earnest and your head cocked to the side. Then you pulled him close so you could kiss his ear.
Most days I’m barely patient enough to watch the sunset, and yet, my biggest complaint of life will probably always be that it goes too quickly.
We love you, and not just because we made you, but because you’re really neat and nice and you do this thing to me like the ocean does when I first get in where it feels like my breath draws in slower and all the best emotions, that feel almost otherworldly, flood me like the water and time inhales slowly too.