|Your Pre-School. Every Thursday I get to take you there - it is "Daddy's Day."|
|Still my favorite helper in the kitchen|
|Your Christmas concert - you have the sweetest voice|
Your mom is thrilled - you were accepted to a charter school run by Great Hearts. It is a good school, and your buddy from pre-school, Liam, is there.
Your mom and I then began the process of wondering - how will you do, is it the right fit, and all of those questions that our parents never had about our school because there was not a choice.
But then I had a bit of sadness. You are growing up son. They say that by the time you are 18 years old you will have spent 90 per cent of the time with us that you will spend in our lives.
The other day I had to spend eight hours in the hospital ER with my mom, Grandma Simpson. She had fallen and broken a wrist. On one hand I was a bit upset that the hospital ER was so inefficient at discharging her. Then I remembered that I have spent probably 98% of the time I will ever spend with my mom. During those eight hours my mom smiled, was lucid, was happy, and it was good to be her son and enjoy her company during that time.
Right now I can't wait to get home from my business trip and give you a big hug. I'm glad you're my son, and glad you came into our lives.