Time passes so fast. It seems like only yesterday I was in high school…or going to college…or meeting Marixa for the first time…or getting married…you get the picture. The years have flown by. It is most noticeable with my boy.
After going through cancer when I was 26, we were uncertain if we would be able to have children. So, when we found out Marixa was pregnant we were over the moon. We were excited and convinced that we would be having a little girl. I remember the Christmas of 2007 very well. Marixa got me a onesie that said “Daddy’s Little Girl”. When the sonogram told us we were wrong, we didn’t know what to think. It did t take long to figure out that this boy was exactly what we needed. Still is!
Tonight I ran across some sound recordings of him when he was a little guy. I played one for him and Marixa. He was a couple of years old in the recording. He was reciting his alphabet. We all got a good chuckle, and a stab of memories. I remember that little guy so well. I remember when I would get home and he would run and jump up in my arms. He was such a sweet boy. He still is today. He is just a whole lot taller.
It is amazing how much of his personality was locked in back then. It was glimpses of who he is becoming today. He was just as full of life and awesome then as he is now. I am so incredibly thankful for this boy.
What point am I trying to make with all of this? I am proud of my son. I hope you are proud of yours too. Enjoy every minute that you get. They pass so fast.