May You Live In Interesting Times
2 years, 3 months.
My biggest fear in life is not of public speaking or of heights; it’s that I’ll have to be bored for more than 30 minutes. Yes, that’s a giveaway sign that I’m part of Generation Y.
However, as long as I have you around, I don’t think that being bored will be a problem.
The clock does not generally seem to slow down when I am with you. You keep life interesting in your silly, weird, and challenging ways.
This morning I spent ten minutes wrestling you as you resisted me getting you dressed. I was actually sweating a little bit by the time we finally headed out the door. Seriously, you put up quite a fight.
While I generally don’t look forward to having to pin you down to get you dressed, it’s little things like that that keep life interesting.
I mean, the normal way to leave for work in the morning wouldn’t include such a physical and psychological challenge. But with you, it just might.
On the lighter side, your ideas of fun and passing time are much more different than mine.
For example, every night after your bath, you like to run into your closet and find a new treasure to carry to bed. Last night, it was a cow print cloth diaper.
This is especially funny to me because you never really wore your cloth diapers in the first place. But because you find entertainment in discovering random items stored in your closet, you selected the cow print cloth diaper.
I could tell you were slightly disappointed that your choice wasn’t as exciting as the one from the night before, which was one of your baby monitor speakers.
Even still, you committed to it. You did your best to convince yourself that you actually wanted to sleep with a cow print cloth diaper.
My life is not boring, thanks to you. Needless to say, I live in interesting times.
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