I’ve finally gotten over my anger at the blog. I wrote you a really good letter a couple weeks back. It was long, mushy, and had tons of photos and videos. When I clicked “post” to send it to you, WordPress crashed on my phone and I lost it. I was really, really upset. As a result I haven’t written in a while. But I’m back on the wagon!
Life with you has been incredible. The best times of my day are our mornings together and when I get home after work to see my son.
This morning it was just you and I in the bedroom; mom was out in the nursery pumping. It was dark except for the closet light. You were fidgeting a bit, but not fully awake yet. I crawled out of bed like a ninja, careful not to make a sound and wake you. On my way to the bathroom, tip-toeing, I carefully peeked into your crib to see what you were doing.
There you were, wide-eyed and fully awake, with a giant smile on your face looking directly at me. You made a loud “ohhhh” sound to make sure I knew you caught me. It’s like you knew I was trying to be quiet. I laughed so hard I almost peed.
You have a lot of personality now. You smile, you frown, you look at us like we are crazy at times. You love your parents, and you are starting to look at everything around you with curiousity and questions. I can’t wait until you can tell us what you are thinking.
Moms going back to work in 3 weeks, and it’s really starting to hit her hard. She loves her time with you, and you guys are inseparable. She texts me at work daily about how she can’t even move to eat lunch because you are so comfortable and asleep on her. She goes crazy whenever you do something cute. She puts photos of you on her Facebook and social media constantly. You are her hero. I’m now chopped liver. All good.
I can’t tell you how much I love you. You look more like me every day, and you are starting to make eyebrow movements like me. You just making a little sound makes me proud. You’re are an awesome little dude. One of my favorite moments yet was tonight when you lounged on me with your little legs crossed and watched Survivor.
It’s 10pm and your dad is an old man, so I have to cut it short. I’m in bed, mom is to my right, and just past her you are laying in your little sleeper listening to ocean sounds from your dream machine. You don’t have a care in the world, and you have your whole life ahead of you. One day you could be president, a doctor, or a baseball player.
I love you Tucker. Hope you sleep tight son.