I can’t wait for my little man to grow up for so many reasons. I can’t wait to play catch with him from more than two feet away, where he throws as hard as he can at my head. I can’t wait until he becomes even more independent, and can do things on his own. I can’t wait to take him to a ball game, and he will understand it. I look forward to teaching him the finer things in life, like what a Chicago hot dog is, and how to throw a curve ball. I want to get him up on skis, and watch his first t-ball game. I want to help him with his homework, and congratulate him when he succeeds at something he worked really hard at.
I have one message for him though, don’t grow up. Not yet! As I am typing this he is upstairs getting ready for bed, saying “nigh night daddy. Wuv you!” Then giggling when I yell it back, followed by him yelling it back to me at the top of his lungs. I want to run up there and play with him some more…although my wife would kill me. Nights like tonight I will never forget. He came home tonight in the best mood ever. He is typically a very happy, very easy going little man. Tonight though I wish I could put into a jar and bottle up. He belly laughed all night long. Anything we did, anything he did, he thought was the funniest thing in the world. He sat on my lap and we wrestled around and he had me almost in tears listening to him laugh. He was so hyper, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I used to love nothing more than going out on St. Patrick’s, drinking green beer and hanging with friends. I wouldn’t trade 1,000 of those nights for the night I had tonight. It was amazing!
I don’t want to lose this stage. He is so cute, and entertains us so much! As much as I want him to grow up to do all of those things, I am not in any hurry! I want him to stay this age for a long time. I love his sweet, miniature voice and the hilarious things he says. I love his deep belly laugh. I love how he finds the stupid things we do hilarious. When he grows up, he will find the stupid things we do…well stupid, and embarrassing. I love the boy that he is. He is already trying to beat me up, and doesn’t back down from me. He makes being a father better than I ever could’ve imagined it being.