Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all’s right with the world. — Ada Louise Huxtable
My boy lost his first tooth last week. This event is another reminder to me of how strange parenthood is. Even though I recognize that losing a tooth is not in and of itself a huge deal, watching your kids achieve any milestone is, of course, exciting. It is partly a celebration of our success as parents in keeping the children alive long enough to experience the many stepping-stones of growing up. I also think one of the great benefits is to witness some sort of occasion that will never happen again, but that’s also why I’m so conflicted. Because each step he takes (like attending his first Kindergarten class in two months) is another step towards adulthood and away from the helpless baby I once held in my arms. And Abby is no different – the joy Kerri and I take in seeing her grow up and learn something everyday is tempered by the sometimes overwhelming sadness that we won’t experience the same thing again. I sometimes wonder if the pain of seeing them grow up is merely an echo of one’s own pain – the loss of childhood we all had to go through. Perhaps we are all in exile from that place. The wish for children is, as much as anything, an attempt to re-enter that enchanted garden – albeit by proxy. …I am, as […]
Recently Nice Marmot Web Development had the privilege to create a slide show for a wedding Kerri and I were to attend. It was the first time I worked on a project of this type, and I think it came out pretty well. The bride and groom chose the photos and music; I just put everything together to their satisfaction. It went over really well and although people were reacting to the content more than the form of the show, it was nice to see people experience my effort and enjoy the results.
Kerri and I started dating on May 15, 2000. Gas was less than $2.00 a gallon and I had a full head of hair. It wasn’t all downhill from there, though – in fact, not even close. Kerri’s given me two wonderful kids, nearly 9 years of marriage (and counting) and been the best mother and wife I could have ever hoped for. I wouldn’t be sad if I had some more hair, though.