So this morning I woke up and enjoyed some coffee as usual, I waited for my son to wake from a restless night of sleep. I often wonder when he wakes at night what the reasons could be. Is he having a bad dream, and what could they be. Could he just be scared of the dark, he dose not sleep with a night light on. Or is it just the fact that he wakes up and no one is there to rub his back. He does not cry he just kind of says Dad loudly, or sometimes a little scream.
So I sat reading a little online, commenting on a few uber blogs, and then my son woke. I heard him calling for me, always the same.... Dad!, DAAAAAD! I get my butt moving and go see him smiling as he sees me. I have great Love for my son, his smile is better than anything I have ever seen. Nothing could top the way my son see's me, or the way that I see my son. I know I'm rambling on....
So we get our butt's in gear for the day. First the shower, get dressed and out the door for our morning walk.
I gave Dillon a breakfast bar to eat while we walked around the block. Usually he want to be on my shoulders for most of the walk, not this time though. As we walked I felt him take my hand, as I looked down he just stopped and smiled and then pulled me to start walking again. We did not say much today, there was not hardley a wisper or a laugh. Just a Father and Son enjoying the morning walk.
I wondered if and what my Son could be thinking, then I was told "up high". Time for the ride on the shoulders for the last 100 or so feet of our journey. Back at the house we watered the flowers. and ran around for a bit.
It was a good morning, the camera came out and I took a few photos, as I always do. My son Dillon running around and having a great time.
The dog, Neve,as usual is not far behind us. running around in circles in the back yard. Doing what ever it is that dogs do.
I have no idea what she was doing but she was a little pissed at something.
Then after the HUGE expendature of dog energy, back to her normal state of being.... Asleep on the couch. My Son looks at me and says "Gail". Meaning it is time to take him to day care. Our morning is now over, and off to work I go. So as I sit here thinking of my wonderfull Son Dillon. I decide to tell you all too. I hope every one has had a great day, and thought about the ones you love and cherish.
