Lumberpick

Do you ever have moments in your life when you step outside of yourself and see things from a different perspective? I just had one of those. I went in to the living room where Owen was sprawled across the navy blue love seat sleeping with a heavy breath and nothing but his cartoon-ladened boxer briefs on. I looked at him and I couldn't help but think, "I have a son! No! I have two sons! I'm a father! How and when did this happen?!" I picked this boy up and laid him against my shoulder and could feel how wide his shoulders are getting. My mind goes through such a whirlwind of past memories just thinking about holding this same boy at different smaller variations of size as he has grown to this 40 lb fishing buddy of mine. I would venture to say that as a parent I will see how bittersweet being a parent trully is as I get older. But for now, both boys are now recharging in their beds and when awake will zoom through the house dumping, messing, smearing, and whatever else impulse brings them to do and I will be happy for at least one more day.