Year 01 | Week 14
You turned three months old this week, and I wish I had more to say about that. The truth is that I’m a little burned out after a couple of hard days at work and my recollection of what you’ve been up to these past few days is somewhat muddled. I do know that this past Friday you seemed to enjoy our visit to the house of one of your mom’s coworkers, where there were oodles of other children running around, and where your mom and I were able to catch up with an old friend from our college days who just happened to be friends with our hostess. I do know that on Saturday afternoon your mother and I took you out to the park. It wasn’t the first time you’d been to the park—you’d been there at least once before with your mom and your Aunt Anisa—but it was the first time I’d been there with you. And I do know that you gave me a lovely card for my first Father’s Day, along with an extra card/art project that you’d done at daycare.
I guess maybe that means I remember more about this past week than I thought. But I don’t feel up for a long, drawn-out recap. To be totally honest, it’s hard to come up with something to say to you every week. I always feel the need to be profound, as if I need to impart some great piece of wisdom with every word. There’s also the pressure of remembering things, of cataloging what’s happened. And as much as I’ve enjoyed doing that in previous phases of my life, I don’t really enjoy it as much now. Now I find myself wanting to live life moment to moment, to embrace things as they happen. I want to enjoy spending time with you without some part of my brain being constantly devoted to what I’m going to write about the particular moment we’re having at that particular moment.
I don’t really know what I’m trying to say, Kaylee. I guess I’m trying to say that this week I need a break. It wasn’t that you weren’t especially wonderful this week. You were especially wonderful this week. I just don’t have the energy to describe how.