Although I’ve been out of the blogging world for a number of months, rest assured that Kate is still wild and crazy Kate. Go back and read some archives of Kate, up the intensity to the nth degree, and the vocabulary to the 11th grade, and you have a solid snapshot of what you have missed since my last Kate update. For example, at a baby shower today, she left my table and went and sat at a different table, a table filled with STRANGERS (stranger danger!), just to get premiere seating to the festivities. Not long afterwards, darling Kate went up to a STRANGER (stranger danger!) and said, “you need to get your kid to stop running around please.” Welcome to my world.
But, see, I love this kid more than words can even express. It is something that I rarely write about simply because the topic is ineffable. I cannot find sufficient words that can adequately express the kind of love and depth of the love that I have for this child; every attempt to do so feels incredibly inferior. As people who know me can attest, there are very few things on this planet that leave me speechless.
To bring you up to speed on us, let me share a snippet in time with my wild-one:
Often I stop in these moments and realize that before long she’ll be a teenager and I’m even more appreciative of the here and now. I remember being a teenager and I am afraid …VERY.VERY.AFRAID. Many days I wish I had teenager-amnesia, so I could be blissfully unaware of the impending reality that will suck all brains and common sense from this darling child’s mind. Or, perhaps I shouldn’t consider it a detriment, rather an invaluable alley … a sort of mastery I hold that she cannot complete with.
Until then, I will soak up her innocence, sweetness, butterfly kisses, and fact that she cannot get enough of me. I will sneak into her room just to smile, be at ease, and watch her sleep.
A Tour of My Parents’ House
2 days ago