8 years ago today you asked me to be your girlfriend as we stood outside your mom’s old house and it was still the best decision I ever made. If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn’t change a single thing.
No one knows me better than you and no one has the unique ability to annoy me to my core and make me crack up laughing all in 5 minutes quite like you do. You’re the best father to our boy and the best partner I could ever ask for, even when I’m acting completely bat shit crazy.
Here’s to many more years with you by my side.
SO, I finally got around to backing up my phone and realized just how behind I am on the pictures. Shame on me.
Life is definitely in a go-go-go phase right now and I can’t help but feel like there is something really good right around the corner. Maybe it’s the impending New Year and maybe it’s the pint of mint chocolate chip gelato waiting for me in the freezer. Either way, I’ll take it.
The other day while waiting in line at Publix, I was making small talk with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while and they asked what I’ve been doing for work. Usually I just shrug and say “oh, just some writing from home.” For some reason I’ve been resistant to call myself an actual freelance writer but I’m getting regular assignments and a regular paycheck so I’m a freelance writer, dammit. And it felt really good to say it. Now if only I could get that novel out of me, then we’d really be in business.
But in the meantime, here’s what we’ve been up to lately:
His new favorite hiding spot is in the Tupperware cabinet
We were taking pictures with the front facing camera and he had to show off his cool shirt
Making Daddy proud
I was sad to see this pumpkin go. Cooper would say hi to it and give it kisses every single day. And then mom wen’t ahead and threw it in the trash.
We went to watch Corey play at the Caribbean Jerk Festival at Markham Park and got to hang out backstage and stuff our faces with delicious food. And then Cooper decided to run laps around a huge (and most likely seriously expensive) sound monitor and give me a heart attack. Luckily we made it out of there without owing them our next born child.
Pure joy on Thanksgiving
I’m right there with ya, kid.
A few days after coming back from Disney, we had a little party to celebrate our boy with a few family members and it was perfect. I stayed up late the night before putting up decorations in the living room (the forecast said rain, just like last year) and Cooper was so excited when he saw them. He ran around yelling “Mick Mouse Cluhouse!” all morning. It made only getting 5 hours of sleep totally worth it.
We kept things small and laid-back this year and feasted on pizza, popcorn and ice cream cake. No one ever complains about pizza and cake.
Cooper had the biggest smile on his face when we all started to sing happy birthday to him, but he freaked the f out when we tried to get him to blow out the candle. He also wanted nothing to do with the actual cake, just the toy on top. He is his father’s child. (Corey doesn’t like cake, but he had some this year. I’m slowly breaking him down. It only took 7 years.)
And now for the pictures…
I know everyone says it, but two years went by so fast. It’s like you have no concept of how fast time moves until you have a baby. And even though my heart (and my ovaries) ache a little every time I see one of his baby pictures, I wouldn’t go back even if I could.
This age is the one I think I’ll always long for when he’s all grown up. When he runs over and grabs my finger and leads me down the hall to his room and tells me to “Mimi, sit” — I could just burst. Or when I ask for a kiss and he grabs my cheeks to pull me in close and throws his arms around my neck. Or when we’re outside and he walks over holding a fist full of dirt and throws it in my lap as he mischievously giggles and runs away, looking back to make sure I’m chasing after him. Man, that’s good. It’s hard to imagine anything topping it, but I have been wrong before.
Two is going to be good. I can just tell.