She was just a smidge bigger than a bag of sugar the first time I held her. I took her in my arms peered out the hospital window and showed her the sun rising above the Georgia pines. It was her very first sunrise on her very first day. The 364 days since then have been full of other firsts. Not just for her, but for her parents and her sister as well. We have grown as a family and gelled as a team. In many ways she is still the boss of this household with all of her “I need to eat and can’t feed myself” and “Change my diaper!” demands that refuse to neatly reside on the outsides of our sleep schedule. I told someone once that the predominant feeling when I became a dad was more. After becoming a father you still do a lot of the same things you did before but for me they just all seemed more. I guess a world-changing focus can have a way of accentuating even the most menial tasks. When our littlest one was born I felt that same moreness but there was also a feeling of togetherness that has only grown stronger over the last 12 months. I look back now and can’t imagine how things were before we all got to share in her joy and curiosity. She seems to not only complete our little family but also add hope and possibility that we hadn’t even considered. To say the least, I am smitten with this growing babbling toddling bundle of joy. Tonight I only stopped squeezing her because I was afraid she would break. She is one of my greatest accomplishments and even though I seem to have checked humor at the door in this post, I can already tell how much she loves to laugh, and that makes me swell inside. I am a lucky man and today I reflect and look forward celebrating a first birthday of a little person that we created. We made a person? How sweet is that?!?!
This post could write itself, as there are a litany of frustrations associated with having your car repaired. I join your dismay about having to dish over $350 to have my flux capacitor re-calibrated. Parts for said capacitor always seem to have to be ordered from somewhere far away like Hill Valley, CA leaving you with another bummer proposition: the loaner or rental car. If you haven’t needed to rent a car in a while you can rest assured that when you do a couple of things will happen. Fist of all, the key chain for your rental car will be like something they keep behind the counter at a gas station you would never want to stop at to use the restroom. Seriously, this thing can hardly fit in my pocket and I am fairly certain it doubles as a flotation device in case of emergency. In bold letters along this giant key-chain it says, replacement keys cost a bajillion dollars. I get what they are doing here but I would rather not have to carry one of those wheely briefcases just to hold my car keys. The second certainty when renting a car is that once you (or your spouse, probably your spouse) returns home you will realize that your garage door opener is still clipped to your visor at the repair shop. This is a minor trouble assuming that you still carry a key to your house with you at all times. Surely there aren’t people out there so irresponsible that they wouldn’t even carry a key to their own home. I mean, depending on your garage door opener as your only means for entering your abode is not very well thought out. What if the power is out or something? Luckily no one does that so forgetting your garage door opener is only a minor problem. No one is sitting in their driveway right now writing a blog post from their car. Getting your car worked on is totally weak. I hope my wife gets home soon, I really wanted to watch “The Sing Off.”